Pen to Paper

fey words dashed in breathless tones,
splashing drops of vivid views;
cathedrals drawn in coloured stones
and fields of golden, honeyed hues

threading silver, treading dreams,
weaving lines of trickling thought;
silent, soft and subtle streams
of webs the weaver's craft have caught

wild scents etched in heady swirls,
painting wanderlust in restless blades;
mountains tasted in earthy whirls
and swarths of verdant, vibrant shades

sewing silver, sewing dreams,
shuttling lines of seeping sense;
between the page's startled seams
sit worlds and wonders most intense.