Weaving dreams,

using the thread of hope,

looking into the sunlight,

while joy beams like a dope!

The joy of making the fabric,

with my own threads,

of chosen colors and texture,

while despair beheads!

I design and weave,

and look to see the beauty,

I admire or loathe,

and be honest as if it is a duty!

The task is enjoyable,

yet quite tiring,

in the end what I get,

is still just a beginning!