Weaver: A Distance
I am the Weaver,
Here I sit,
My back to the world again.
Weaving a thick tapestry.
They call it life.
I call it opportunity.
I see things out my window,
Others only dream.
It is lonely weaving,
Other's destiny.
It's not so bad when you're here.
Gaze into the fire with me...
You didn't come for a story,
Then, perhaps, a cure?
What is it that ails you?
Tell me.
A broken heart, perhaps?
Someone who couldn't care?
Someone left or broke you...
Or perhaps you broke yourself?
Shh, shh, child.
I understand.
See all these broken threads?
Life is a tapestry.
It is all part of the design.
But now is not the time for philosophy.
Sit back, and sleep a while.
Your heart and soul's exhausted.
Let me weave your smile.
YOU ARE READING
Eclipse
PoetryCollection of original poems by Ethne Erickson "The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." -Carl Sandburg "Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experienc...
