This poem grew in the very early hours of this morning, I am not entirely certain what it means but Muse was insistent that it should be posted here - I'm not going to argue...
Threads - 09 Jun 10
You took me
Held me
Tied me with your golden cord
Drifts of opal cloud
Hide you from my eye
And let you play the game
Stroking
Teasing
Binding with a silver web
Plaiting my thoughts
Into the fabric
Images are shown
Strewn across my mind
Landscapes
Drawn with thread
I walk...exploring
Guided by your threads
Take me further
Bound with your thoughts
Seeing sights created by you
For my eyes
Iridescent
Gold --- opal --- silver
Dragonfly wings
I wrote it out, slept on it, now - posted it here and I still do not really understand the meaning...anybody?
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the web we weave
ReplyDeletearound us
shines and sparkles in the sun.
the web of life
around that
reminds us that we are all connected
and never alone.
the web of dreams
help us build and create
love in our own unique way.
Loves web
calls to us
pulls us to it
wraps us in it
filling us with wonder
to each
in it's own special way.