tapestries of words

through the sands of time
as my feet trod
i reflect on all my mistakes
wondering what i did wrong
the tears steem down my face
as i dream so fearfully
waiting for the next time
when i can pick up the pen again
to write a poem is to believe
in all the broken hopes
to say things in a hundred ways
as the words twist in my head
 like the cyclone winds
enchanting a beautiful tapestry
weaver of the words
the rythm so wonderous
as it flows off the toung
like sweet honey
feeding the soul
dripping with knowledge
the most creative words
love,loss,and fairtales
the pen does produce
on the paper so white
an eruption of imagination
exsploding form my head
 i can barely keep it in
all can happen
that i believe
as i create my tapestries of words.