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My name is Cailey Weaver. I am a writer, musician, figure skater, and neuroscience PhD student. My writing has gotten me through many tough times ...
Saint Petersburg, FL
Returning to my roots; rekindling my love affair with words. All poetry posted by Lyteweaver is my original work produced from my own pain, tears ...
18/norton, ma
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Poems
Joseph the Dreamer Jan 2014
Weaver,(tsuola)
Joseph the Dreamer
Jan 2014
weaver, weep for me,
i am a seeker, wandering,
in the bonds of freedom,
trying to find the way to be free,
i need you, weaver weep for me
weaver, weep for me
i am weary, i need sleep tonight
eyes blurred by what's before them, restore my sight
cleanse my eyes with tears,
wash my eyes clean
weaver, do not weep, but sing.
weaver, sing for me,
the songs you write, the dreams you weave for me,
i am not lost tonight, nor am i alone
my feet fall in your light, as white as bone
weaver, with you, i am not alone
weaver ,wait for me
I am traveling slow,
I don't know which way my feet will take me,
but where they do, I go,
weaver wait for me,
at the end of the tapestry,
weaver wait for me til dawn.
weaver, skies I've seen have worshipped thee,
the dawn has risen, the earth has shifted
the clouds have formed to clear our vision,
weaver mountains deep have bowed before thee,
weaver, may i meet you there this morning
i am a seeker, wandering,
in the bonds of freedom,
trying to find the way to be free,
i need you, weaver weep for me
weaver, weep for me
i am weary, i need sleep tonight
eyes blurred by what's before them, restore my sight
cleanse my eyes with tears,
wash my eyes clean
weaver, do not weep, but sing.
weaver, sing for me,
the songs you write, the dreams you weave for me,
i am not lost tonight, nor am i alone
my feet fall in your light, as white as bone
weaver, with you, i am not alone
weaver ,wait for me
I am traveling slow,
I don't know which way my feet will take me,
but where they do, I go,
weaver wait for me,
at the end of the tapestry,
weaver wait for me til dawn.
weaver, skies I've seen have worshipped thee,
the dawn has risen, the earth has shifted
the clouds have formed to clear our vision,
weaver mountains deep have bowed before thee,
weaver, may i meet you there this morning
JJ Hutton Nov 2016
A Weaver Unwound
JJ Hutton
Nov 2016
Forever, I touch the word, running my fingertips
along the coffee table we saved up for. Forever,
I whisper the word to the carpet where you
used to pin me down. Forever, I feel it on my chin,
I take it on the chin. Forever, we'll have sunshine,
little breaks in the fog. Forever, if I can even find you
then. Forever, the joke we said with wine-stained lips
and ash in our mouths. Forever, we dreamed each other
foreign and lived inside. Forever, the muse and never
the poet, the pen and never the paper, the writer and never the
reader. Forever, the way you talked down to me in t-shirts
too large for your shoulder blades. Forever, I take it on the chin.
Forever, the word, I feel it in my neck now. Forever, the affectation
in my voice, do you hear it now? Forever, the seeker in the company
of the sightless. Forever, the weaver. Forever, the weaver threading me into you. Forever, the weaver. Forever, the weaver winding me into you, unwinding me back into myself. Forever, the weaver, the ******* the dance floor, the tower of song, the siren, the sonnet, the beacon, the tower of song, the ******* the dance floor, the weaver, forever.
along the coffee table we saved up for. Forever,
I whisper the word to the carpet where you
used to pin me down. Forever, I feel it on my chin,
I take it on the chin. Forever, we'll have sunshine,
little breaks in the fog. Forever, if I can even find you
then. Forever, the joke we said with wine-stained lips
and ash in our mouths. Forever, we dreamed each other
foreign and lived inside. Forever, the muse and never
the poet, the pen and never the paper, the writer and never the
reader. Forever, the way you talked down to me in t-shirts
too large for your shoulder blades. Forever, I take it on the chin.
Forever, the word, I feel it in my neck now. Forever, the affectation
in my voice, do you hear it now? Forever, the seeker in the company
of the sightless. Forever, the weaver. Forever, the weaver threading me into you. Forever, the weaver. Forever, the weaver winding me into you, unwinding me back into myself. Forever, the weaver, the ******* the dance floor, the tower of song, the siren, the sonnet, the beacon, the tower of song, the ******* the dance floor, the weaver, forever.