The Weaver of Creation
eternally spinning, the webs of all passion
and beauty
wait for you
for you, dear one,
Hold the key
and you,
only you
know the steps
to your own dance in life
they said "sing! sing!"
and so I did
my notes as clear as the winter sky
I sang in the morning
I sang at noon
I sang in the evening
and they danced
I held out my hands
and sang a song of hope
and she landed in my hands
bright stars, soon joined by her sisters
stars in my hands
and in the night sky - they are still dancing in the air
delicate crystal dancers
and magic on the tip of my tongue!
