Come and Weave a World With Me

Come and Weave a World With Me

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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We can make the world a better place…

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Come and weave a world with me

Of golden threaded tapestries

And let us take the colder stone

Knit softer beds for those unknown…

 

The darkness ever intertwines

In lives of poor and kingly lines

Let us bind the bleeding scars

Unite the world under ashen stars…

 

Mend charred gates in meadows fair

Lace up boundaries that need repair

We will connect the seas and sands

Fuse our souls to the Everlands…

© 2015 An owl on the moon


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And then there's you...Always being you in the wistful dreamy world you create. For the record...I dig it here:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


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10 Years Ago

2 1/2 for me, but I come and go... Hi, C :)
An owl on the moon

10 Years Ago

Ah, hello lynn! Thank you.. so much.. Glad you dig it here.. an awesome cafe with no borders... :)
That is indeed a way to make the world a bettter place...we can all do it together...weaving and binding and mending...

Posted 10 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

10 Years Ago

I appreciate you so much, Marie. And yes.. may we all come together to make this brave new world.
A amazing poem my friend. Artwork and words. A good journey in your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


An owl on the moon

10 Years Ago

It is always a pleasure to have you by, my friend. Now, just how many years has it been? We've both .. read more
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

Yes we have. Need to write and read. Keep the mind healthy.

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