Magic Loom
Dreams I weave
in my mind's loom
be they in pale
yellow morning light
or the shimmering
haze of noon
or in the twilight
of the falling night
with evening star
and rising moon
My magic loom
catches all dreams
floating by
whether groan and moan
or laugh and cry
but snared
and woven into words
none can die
See also:
000 Seasons - Table of Contents (for hyperlinks to more poems)


Comments: 29
excellent.
are you familiar with jude cowell's work here on gather? if so, you know why this poem made my think of her paintings. if not, take a look - i think you'll like her work.
catches all dreams
floating by"
ummmmmm
I bow to you.
And is definitely in need of a good repairman.