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 somersault breeze 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