Weaving

I wish I could take a gold dipped dream

Spin it into a thread as delicate as our destinies

And weave with it a story or song for you.

A story to glitter like a million and one stars when the light of hope glints off it.

A song to shimmer like the moon’s palest glow even when despair shuts out the sun.

But until I learn how to weave dreams, I’ll weave my fingers with yours

Because that is where my dreaming first began.

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  1. Carrie

    Very, very, very good. Well done!

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