The Will of the Seamstress

the will of the seamstress connecting her heart to the seams reveal the incanttations of her dreams in the still of the night by desires calling day shaken awake from the slumber of sleep falling nocturnal attention astute, as if to answer the hoots of an owl while imagination of a practiced craft bewitches the hour of the wolfs howl hands dancing across the wall, shadows waltzing around each other in the grasp of a moonlit night the outside would the darkness smother undaunted by the midnight, darkness surrounding the land like an ocean she holds stedfast to her tapestry claimed by her own devotion