To Weave And Thread
Oh inspiration, leave me not
On wings departed for the sun
For you and I are were such good friends
When we were standing, still as one
If not for you, the turquoise skies
Would hover just a simple blue
And flowers would of course, still be
Yet not of such a fragrant hue
The faded lines of tedium
Become brand-new when you’re around
But oh, the doldrums dominate
When you no longer can be found
Oh inspiration, be my muse
Awaken you old sleepy head
With crayon candied thoughts to flow
And winsome words to weave and thread
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2024
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