The Weaver of Dreams

The Weaver at the City gates
Places the wool inside her foldings
Across the bridge at a spider's pace
Eyes cast down at the moonlit skylines

Can she make a dream at midnight?
See the shapes of lives unfolding?
Caught in motion, her fingers flying
She casts the cloth and works the line

Made from the aspects of all of our lives
A song from understanding
The warp and weft lay moment by moment
Reveals the truth in a single twine, single twine

She sees the old men lay their heads
Young lovers, deeply sigh
But the tapestry fades at the binding edge
And still the shuttle flies

In the wake of dreams at midnight
Colours blur with lives colliding
Unrelenting, her hands move on
To cast the cloth and work the line

Made from the aspects of all of our lives
A song from understanding
The warp and weft lay moment by moment
Reveals the tale in a single twine, single twine

Can she make a dream at midnight?
See the shapes of lives unfolding?
Caught in motion, her fingers flying
She casts the cloth and works the line

Made from the aspects of all of our lives
A song from understanding
The warp and weft lay moment by moment
Reveals the tale in a single twine, single twine