Penelope

I loved, I lived- I lived to love
A lonely life of legalese
And as the sun rose, down my heart wove
Only to unwind again that eve.

By the loom, I wandered for those words
That had shuttled so smoothly through my lips
The twining hope coursing through my veins
Till they frayed me down to nothing here inside.

The colorful threads I had bought as a girl
Running through my fingers like silent streamers,
Kites that twisted, twirling, whirling
Daring, swirling, I let go of them too soon.

Caught by the breeze, they sailed away
To another land, another day
They made me make do with an empty loom;
Transparent threads of common air.

And so here I am, weaving the wind
Weaving the gold of the sun, silken threads
The emerald grass, the beads of dew
I am still so lonely

But love and life are here with me
And still I sit, weaving at my loom,
Waiting for the threads to catch the wind
And come back to me once again.