a gift to you
sits waiting like a cloak to be worn
for invisibility, for comfort, for safety 
for strength, for joy, for pleasure

you can choose
to wear it, to hold it, 
to keep it near or in reserve

it is woven of the finest and lightest coloured fibres I can find
threads of thin shimmering rainbow colours and silver and gold
some taken from the Lion's mane
others from the Lily's silky stamen

they form a fireburst feathery sheet
to surround you and set you free

we both know its common name
but it cannot be whispered
for that would surely and utterly dispel its magic