The Weaver's Loom- ABBY

In shades of quiet solitude,
'neath the shadows
and the shimmering slivers
of the palest moons,
and the sweetest remembrances
of rose-red blooms,
inflaming the hidden garden
where she sits entwined at the Weaver's loom.

And the Weaver's loom so sweet to behold,
is a snare so tenderly laid;
and maidens fair for ages past
have spoke their pennance there.
the smoothe stone of the path i meander down
bids me reliquish my clutch on life;
and to find my soul at the Weaver's loom,
at this thought of paradise.

the sleeping sunshine awakens
with a bold grin and open arms,
bathing all who behold his jubilance
with a warmth so long awaited
the world seems to stop
and bask in the fulfilment found in the bliss of one small moment.