Pluck silver threads of signs From the dross of every day Hold to Heaven's music On warm Summer's night Hold someone in your arms Offer to the world your trinkets Pattern draped on folded pattern Silk sheets wrapped around sweet forms Ignore that you will be ignored Find a few to share your dreaming Sitting in cold Winter's hall Weaving threads to tapestries To keep the chill from off their wall
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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2005