The Tapestry

This relic you see now

a tapestry finest linen wool

by hand sewn into history 

is no small victory 

a symbol of the quest

a vista of ageless certainty

fell at first into neglect

traversed deep seas  

plunged to ocean's floor

lost eventually forgotten 

how it's weavers must

have screamed travesty!

until one day  

hauled by seekers 

changed hands by time

all explorers thieves

collectors would see 

it's beauty once more

history gleaned cleaned

shared and esteemed 

this ancient knowledge 

displayed for aspirants 

who queued impatient 

fawned and studied 

those veiled halls

long lost gone

were aways there

the doors never locked