Weaver

Weaver!

I plead to pierce

this plot unknown.

why our steps fell

through this web of old.

It still gradually swells,

constant and fierce,

by the edge of our shell.

Does this tentative world

share our truths at all?

I must know!

Did those inmost dreams

shed knowledge extinct?

Maybe this quiet presence 

forms rational tricks?

It's elusive essence

and omnipresent link

ransacks every sentence

leaving them impossible to fix

with my current patience.

Hence I turn this way.

For the power of our mutual nature.

Great lord of strings,

I know you through my being

from knowledge of invisible things.

Through my tranquil breathing

and my life's creator,

I sensed the twilight feeding

with the imbalance that it brings

I seek not a silver platter

Our minds reap aliments sown.

Guidance is a privilege earned,

Through our core existence

and all that was ever learned

by patience and persistence

the fleeting reality I own

by finding our distinction,

the light of knowledge that returns.