Weave
the tempered veil of years with a weave of sweet and sour
can be lavish like the pleasurable return of good deeds
take what you learn from sky high places
that bleed clouds to the hills
weave towards green with its hypnotic continuity
reach for the weightlessness of a dandelion seed
in a breeze of somersaults
weave away if lies spoken with zest
become believable
seek a safe place from huff and puff winds
woven into refuge like design in a quilt
find what's essential like peek-a-boo games
that tickle a child to glee
work strains
whittles at days
the hourglass sighs at what sags away
summer still holds the chatter of birds
young buds still weave upward
ungloving hands holding chains and fear
joy still roams to signboards above
nothing desolate
a sanctuary
Elysium
in walls that rise
in stars unnamed
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2023
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