Weaving Slumber

 

The thin fibers that filament a thought

In waking: humming, thrumming, taut–

When darkness gathers, silver’y strands stream

Out from a quiet mind they float, they fabricate 

A Dream.

 

With unseen fingers subtly stitching

Brought together, twirling, twitching, 

Rising out from gloomy night–

Feathr’y softness, pearly light…

 

Each fond remembrance, sad and joyful

On the loom completes the coil

Gray light, her inky lover leaves

To watch the weaver as she weaves–

  

Dawn’s gray mantle barely tinted

With gold banners newly minted,

The weaver shakes out lustrous folds

Behind closed eyes the image holds–

 

–Hanging in the air suspended

By sweet angels God has lended

Oh tapestry of sleeping mind!

Oh strange designs, this sleeper bind!

 

Remember! When the sun is buried in the ground

And stealthily the blackest night surrounds

When all is still and hope is lost, it seems…

In nights gone by God spoke His Word

In Dreams.