Thursday 21 August 2014

Weaving

I inhabit a departure lounge
For vagabond souls
Steering them toward
Doors unopened
They may return
To feast or fast
To make an offering
Of verse or visions
Profound and peaceful
The may wick away
At puzzles or play
At palindromes
Borrow or rob
From one another's
Dream vaults
They may laugh
To themselves or unseen
Abstract concepts
Lost in the wind's weft
Weaving new worlds
As they wave
Farewell

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