Dreamweaver, the question asked...
Cascading from my mind, weaving a spell for me to find
Asking questions with no answers
None are suffered, none are offered
I look into the dreamweaver's eyes, falling fast and long
Looking about in wonder, amazed
Over the landscape thereupon
Verily I spin and twirl
Ever faster, emotion spilling
Yet I know, within my heart, an aching
Only breaking upon my eyes
Uniquely quaking my soul
(there is a special key to Dreamweaver's question)
©1995 Terry Schorer