Tapestries

There he sits at his wheel,
A tailor spinning a reel,
of uneven thread,
edged with silver and red.

There's blue and green
and lots of yellow,
That brings sunshine
On the day mellow.

A husband and wife,together at last
weaving their thread in his den,
And then leaving,
Sealing their design with a pen.

It is the beginning of a friendship,
started long ago
That will endure as the thread unravels
there will be battles that will be settled.

But for now there is a flower,
That will unfold to bring showers
of gold. A smile for the tailor
That can be matched by no lost sailor.

Because his seat is his throne
And from his thread ,
tapestries are sewn.

Vami
01/09/2002