Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry ❯ The Weaver ( Chapter 4 )

[ A - All Readers ]

The Weaver

The thread weaves a tapestry

Full of joys and sorrows

Started with pink and green

And turned to silver and blue

All within an instant

The seed became a tree

With the showers of salt

The soul trapped within a box

In others eyes think is free

The shadow holds a mask of light

To seem like everyone else

It is but a fleeting illusion

And appears strange and weird

The thread weaves into knots

If pulled too hard they will break

The weaver is frustrated and confused

They look back at the beginning

So naïve, the sunny flower field

Now a dark forest with many hidden secrets

The thread is too short

It is never an endless line

The weaver has seen the thread cut

And it made an uneven tapestry

The weaver's thread will be cut in time

Only to start again with a new thread

For the young soul that was grieving

Love is what kept the Weaver weaving

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thank you for reading. Tell me what you think

Ja ne

Shiva ^_^