Dec 2018

Web of my WordsIt starts with a thread...

It starts with a thread, a sentence of sorts
A silken line that pulls you forth
No more is required for this

Further still the words keep on weaving,
Your mind helpless and unbelieving
Slowly moved towards bliss

Only some meanings, layered on top
Unseen and thin, no more than a drop
Should I be talking in thirds?

Your attention here, helplessly trapped
Almost released yet keeping you wrapped
Caught in a web of my words