the will of the seamstress connecting her heart to the seams
reveal the incanttations of her dreams

in the still of the night by desires calling
day shaken awake from the slumber of sleep falling

nocturnal attention astute, as if to answer the hoots of an owl
while imagination of a practiced craft bewitches the hour of the wolfs howl

hands dancing across the wall, shadows waltzing around each other
in the grasp of a moonlit night the outside would the darkness smother

undaunted by the midnight, darkness surrounding the land like an ocean
she holds stedfast to her tapestry claimed by her own devotion