Woven

This poem was birthed after I read the line "weave your love..." and I heard the loom start to clatter, I had to stop what I was doing and write it down before I was allowed to continue with my other stuff.





Woven - 13 May 10

Strands of silver
Combed gently
From the Moon
Strands of blue
Washed by
The sea
And woven
Into a tapestry
That shows
An inticate pattern
Of intermingled
...Dream...
...Reality...
Where one ends
And the other begins
Is never clear
Even the Dream Weaver
Cannot see
Or be certain
Of where the boundary
Runs

Come, let us see
If we can trace
The strands
To see which is yours
Which mine
Or if they are truely
Shared
And ours





Another poem born from a few words gathered almost at random - when Muse says write it is a good idea to listen...