play with the ladybugs on grass stalks.
Black dots on orange tapestry.
Green and green again weaves in my mind,
the weft and warp of love thoughts,
the thread that holds us in its thrall.
We are as helpless in this play of light
as black dots on shielded wings.
But helpless as I am to be,
I choose to love you for myself
and the wondrous product of your womb.
We breathe the tapestry of our lives
with shuttle speeding back and forth,
the threads defined by destiny,
but colours, rich and shimmering,
we choose as we hold hands,
see eye to eye
or turn our backs.
I close my eyes and see the cloth we weave
and cry a tear where clashing shades
make raucous tracks;
and smile where muted colours blend
so evenly that you and I are lost,
but found in each other’s hearts.
My joy for living,
now and here,
is seen in bright washes
of sparkling hues.
And in my dreams
the woven cloth goes on,
its riches testimony to our love.
now spreading wings
and drifting in the breeze;
now black on orange
on the waving greens.
And as I close my eyes again,
the smell of love we share tonight
confirms the gifts we have
and give to each unstintingly.
Goodnight, my love,
and weave good dreams.
Tomorrow spread our love around
and bathe us in its smile.