“DREAM - WEAVER”
weave us sad songs on your loom,
O Weaver, or mayhaps a merry tune,
Or startle us or make us reach.
Like virtuosos of
You pluck ~ magical design
From out your mind and store it on your strings.
With warmth and heart you pluck on weaver’s
A song of love in living color.
You design us hope to live by
And the spell that beauty kindles
As you weave us bold new fabrics.
In your head you’ve dreams today
To spark our eyes
Your dreams of soul—compelling beauty
Need no mind—impelling drugs.
Oh, would that I could be,
Yes, how I’d love to be
dream a world of peace and love,
Then flesh it out in warm reality.
By Frank Ray Davis
of Zapopan, Jalisco, Mexico