The Language of the Loom

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The Language of the Loom

Richard Doiron ©

The Language of the Loom

The dreamer and the object of desire

Shared a space where shadows loomed and lurked,

And in the silence kindled such a fire

Night itself was prodded to conspire,

And oh the weave they witnessed as it worked.

The movement in the marching was intense –

Known by all the language of the loom –:

Awash the wave that nothing circumvents,

That far and wide disseminates the scents

That lovers know as loving’s sweet perfume.

A seething passion agitated space,

Night itself to advocate the dove,

But God, no less, had come to interlace

Such forms therefore that nothing could efface,

While angels sang of everlasting love.

-Richard Doiron ©

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documentation: Waffaa Badarneh