The Weaver's Song
Oh celestial beings glittering in halo divine
You've floated in universe on eternal timeline
Years and ages so miniature for you to count
A lover's measure of eternity now I recount
The symphony dissolves curling magic in the air
No grand charades, just a forlorn weaver's prayer
He sings for his love, a foregone red-necked bird
Though demented with age, memories never blurred
His quivering voice over the valley sprinkles dew
Fingers weaving yarn orchestrate fir trees in blue
Blazing dusk in golden sequins drapes bare numb feet
Flames of his faith warm his drenched tattered seat
Smooth velvet symphony of soothing union in spring
Hums in shivering breeze, white layers forbid to sing
Entwined in azure embrace time comes to a standstill
Apart, his heart dragged through unending days of chill
Unbeknownst of numbers, age he weaves forever in recluse
His melodious love drips through crevices of his muse
Adorns pearly fir in Autumn with woven Cashmere shawl
When Autumn ends, he unknits it again to a huge ball
His incessant penance in separation enchants the twirling light
Mountains drape themselves in love of gossamer veil so bright
Together, time halts, his love is five feet of yarn he weaves
Apart, time floats, his love grows four seasons old he believes
June 9, 2020
Time Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S SELECT A,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
~Winner: Second Place
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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