Weaving Without Wings

Weaving without wings
   Hanging by her craft
   Spinning a shining shroud
   Of beauty and death

Catching the soul spirit
   Of one who went before
   Recycling the buzzing life
   Opening the last door

Catching the moon's dew
   Like diamonds in the air
   Catching the first rays
   Of the Sun's golden hair

Catching two blue eyes
   Of one who wants to see.

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