what else can one do when the whole world falls apart,you just start on something new.
It's a bit of knitting one's own view with breaks to take your breath away.
She,
knits me one view everyday and my world is quite complete.
She is a goddess this I know for 'round her feet the tributes grow,
I also think she knows it too for she has started something new
Each morning when I wake she stakes her claim,calling me by name,
I can't resist
I have to go
pay tribute where the tributes grow and
she knits me in her knowing smile,knits me wandering a while then knits me back,
she knits me something that I lack and lack no more,she knits me everything I need,she knits the seeds,the beads,then leads me to the tribute tree,
she knits everything for me.