Weave
"The mind can weave itself warmly
in the cocoon of its own thoughts,
and dwell a hermit anywhere."
~ James Russell Lowell
"As weavers, we weave.
As spinners, we spin.
And somewhere, in the loom's blur,
Our poems begin."
~ Sudeep Pagedar
"Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-."
~ T. S. Eliot
Weave into my dreams, a tapestry of magic,
Of heart's deepest emotions, cheerful or tragic;
Weave into my poems, soft tunes that once were lost,
Of fallen leaves, waltzing breeze and winter's white frost;
Weave into my hair, the glitter of sunrays bright,
Of dappled shadows, moonlit skies and starry nights;
Weave into my life, the threads of love and romance,
Of passion's sweet nectar, ardour's unending dance;
Weave into my heart, twirls of happiness and joy,
Of everlasting pleasures that none can destroy;
Weave into my being, the essence of your thoughts,
Of that luminous painting from untangled knots;
Weave into my soul, strands of fantasies and songs,
Of desires and unreached heights where this girl belongs.
23rd April 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - 'W' words" contest
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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