Adding the beauty of every illusion to <br />my own vision of a beautiful universe, <br />the sweet sound of Germanic song, the <br />stark beauty of Rumi, the Sufi poet, the <br />lovely rhythm of a song in Creole <br /> <br />It does not matter that these examples <br />have no substance, colour and form; the <br />shimmering colours appears in the dark <br />chocolate of the organ notes, the silver <br />bells of flutes and piccolos <br /> <br />The form is round and strong, there are no <br />straight lines in words and song, everything <br />consists of swirling mist, last night I saw the <br />weaving of Many Worlds, every decision splits <br />the weaver’s thread into many bits <br /> <br />Weaving side by side, forming patterns like <br />cables, curling spirals spinning around each <br />other for evermore…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weaving-2/
