WEAVER

Within the depths of time and tales
Bestowed upon us a weaver's guide
Like the poet spinning rhyme or reason
Or hearing a song during times dilation
A master spinner we hold within Sometimes I think mine giggles in sin
Tangled up with unthinkable knots
It's takes all of me to undo the chaos
I am greatful though to give her due
She is me after all through and through