The Looms
Of life
The looms of life we’ve woven
Depict the tapestries of time
The time we’ve spent together
The water, wind, and wine
The smoke and scent of fires
We lit to show the way
To haunts and habitations
And images we made of clay
Our fingers wove the threads
That memorise the paths
The roads we trod together
The falls and aftermaths
Now when I lie on the blanket
And wrap it around my soul
It evokes the errant sceptres
And warms them from the cold
The silken threads of destiny
Dodge ‘tween sticks of forest green
Weaving the track we’ve taken
And everything we’ve seen
Now the weaving becomes slower
I’ll throw sheer silk down at your feet
Between the pictured yarns, woven
We once again can meet
The scent has sent us crazy
Thoughts bound into our mind
Our senses are filled and twilled
We thought were lost behind
The past is looming o’er us
Destiny is written in the weave
Our fingers work so slowly
Both were perfectly prepared to leave
©
David Rudder
2023
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