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Friday, December 26, 2008

The Dreamweaver


Weave, weave, weave,
Weave it like a spider,
Spread thy dreams Woman.

Reach out to the cold solemn moon,
Call the rain Gods
Upon the face of earth.
Let the web of thy dreams glisten
With an ethereal hue.

Let thy dreams allure Woman,
And torture me with it's
Pain of separation. Let
Thy dreams seduce me with it's
Fragrance of the virgin earth.

Entwine me within your dreams,
Don't let me go Woman,
Restrain my hands, oblige my lips,
Let me worship thy grace
For eternity.

Let me cede to thy dream Woman.

Weave, weave, weave,
Weave thy dreams Woman,
Weave thy dreams for me.


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