Tapestry

( a Catena Rondo )
 
All through the month of April we would write
In celebration, everything we penned.
We didn’t have to force it or pretend,
All through the month of April we would write.
 
In celebration, everything we penned,
As each line each composed is muse-enhanced.
It took so little effort as we danced
In celebration, everything we penned.
 
As each line each composed is muse-enhanced
Each night our fateful musings we would send
Into the stuff of dreams we would transcend,
As each line each composed is muse-enhanced.
 
Each night our fateful musings we would send
Into a void, where weaves a tapestry,
Becomes reality or fantasy
Each night our fateful musings we would send.
 
Into a void, where weaves a tapestry
Of light and dark, a myriad of shades.
Of textures of the mind, and never fades
Into a void, where weaves a tapestry.
 
Of light and dark, a myriad of shades,
All through the month of April we would write
As we, two naked poets, in our flight
Of light and dark, a myriad of shades.
 
All through the month of April we would write
In celebration, everything we penned.
We didn’t have to force it or pretend,
All through the month of April we would write.
 



Image by Jade Pandora