Each stitch gains across the loom
and like faithful Penelope, I wait.
With each turn of the thread
I think of you and your smiles.
Every second that ticks by,
a beat,
a heartbeat in time.
I gave you my heart as moly
but you were enchanted all the same.
I'll sit here and weave as I miss you
but it all unravels with the silence.
1 comment:
I love the reference to Penelope's shroud. Actually, any reference to Greek and/or Roman mythology (or mythology in general) is <3 in my books!
Beautiful as always. ^^
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