With a string of woven words <br />You invite me to follow you— <br />Where are you leading me? <br /> <br />Do you believe the rope is strong <br />Just because it’s of your making? <br />Pride can inflate a maker’s view. <br /> <br />I need an artifice I can hold onto! <br />I want to feel <i>secure</i> <br />When I give myself to you. And, <br /> <br />I want to <i>go</i> somewhere, <br />Not just be left in mud. <br />Suspend me over chasms; <br />Take me to the stars! <br />Gift me with thoughts <br />I’d never have <br />And dreams my mind <br />Could not create! <br /> <br />Poet, I’m trusting you. <br />I’m hanging from a lifeline <br />You have crafted. Learn <br /> <br />To take your dreams <br />And weave them <br />Of a secret stuff <br />So strong, so full, <br />That I can join you there.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reader-to-poet/
