an oriental rug <br />flies through the air <br />buffeted by the high winds <br />keeping depth up there <br />a weaver works the rug <br />weaving through despair <br />adding color, shade and shadow <br />to an already rich texture <br />the weaver travels the rug <br />still working his magic <br />catching the spirit of the wind <br />laying it down on the fabric <br /> <br />and when the whirlwind calms <br />there be a spirit in repose <br />and a depth of riches <br />the next the wild wind blows<br /><br />Ludvig Von Himmelstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-depth-of-riches-next-storm/
