Dreamweaver

I’ll leave those girlish fantasies behind
to become the heroine in my own novel.

No more Princes and Princesses,
no more Right and Wrong,
Black and White and Grey.

Now it’s all sparkling rainbow hues,
mysterious Night and beautiful Day.

I’ll weave my own story,
on the weft of my dreams.
All the colors used,
My own thread in Blue.

Shuttle the warp
Shuttle the warp through the fabric.
The fabric is mine
the fabric is Time.