22 Mar 2010

Love
it can be
wild as
wind,
and howl
and bang windows

It can whisper soft
words
as spun silk,
against weavers' tips

my soul
a great loom
for stories,

threads and remnants
of days past
and dreams to come,

Howl and Whisper
heart of mine,
just keep
singing songs
ancient and free

love is, it
must be
free,

free as wind
against doors,

rustle like trees
be as leaves;

shimmer and twirl,
fall and unfurl,
unfold and unwind

thread
by thread

and then,
soft as silk,
be made new.

3 comments:

  1. whenever i read your poems, i get images of peace and softness. soothing.

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  2. "my soul, a great loom for stories." This conjures up such a great image for me x x

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