Weaving Words for Eyes

 

Just so you know,  

I create these words for my day,  

To prepare the ether and the wind,  

For such a way for beauty to ascend,  

And rise above my body to blend,  

So I can experience all before the trend.

Each day I prepare the way, weaving words for eyes,  

Being certain that my dots are I,  

Painting pictures is life’s true game,  

Where every stroke and every name,  

Crafts a vision, bold and bright,  

Guiding my journey, day to night.

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In the subtle dance of thought and phrase,  

I find the path, the hidden maze,  

Where beauty lingers, waiting to be seen,  

A reflection of the spaces in between.

For words are more than just a sound,  

They shape the world, they turn it round,  

Creating echoes that gently sway,  

Bringing light to every day.

And so I write, with purpose clear,  

To bring forth love, to draw it near,  

In the art of words, I find my grace,  

Preparing the way, setting the pace.

In this daily ritual, I find my peace,  

A quiet joy, a sweet release,  

For in the weaving of my thoughts and dreams,  

I paint my world in vibrant schemes.