The Dream Weaver

Music:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrJW33JkVlM&feature=BFa&list=AL94UKMTqg-9D5mYyiAH1pjmlixub_HGKf&lf=list_related (Afro Celt Sound System - Eireann) Just so you know, the language in the song is gaelic

The footsteps of the Giant had stopped

Lumbering trod

Smashing

Crashing

Only to be replaced

By sharp points

Of a spider’s silent crawl

Sudden pulse

As pointed legs

Made unexpected and sudden sharp moves

With surprising accuracy

So it goes

She was a weaver

A weaver of dreams

With seductive moves

Elegant deadly

She would pepper her tapestry

From remnants of truths

She knew her buyer wanted to see

Selling in truth nothing

But taking everything

Her dream weaving had a cost though

For in order for her to weave

It cost everything

And took nothing

But only after it had cost everything

She had a partner

In her weaving

Supposedly at least

They were never seen

Never to be seen

For that was too much truth

For her tapestry

But an excuse was ready

Someone would have to be sick

Always sick

Once they had together worked on a tapestry

But the foundation was wrong

It was said to have a leak

Although it was never really clear

If something was leaking out

Or in

They got in trouble

She got off

Like I said, she was a weaver

A weaver of dreams

How did he know?

For he was a weaver as well

His flowing fabric was built on lies

This he would freely admit
Visions of what should be
Visions of what could be
Desires called to life
 

For it was only by using these

That held images glorious

As precious

As fragile

As it was victorious

Raw images presented the primal

Truth could emerge

A strong child of great fortitude could be born

Perhaps his fabric

Was too brazen

Too savage

To be of any use to her

He knew he had not played fair

For he had played her game

The game she had taught him all too well

About the importance of the reveal

So he revealed too little

For her to use

Perhaps this is why

She threw his truth back at him

And quickly travelled to the eyes

Of another potential purchaser

To buy her woven gossamer

So it goes

For after all

She was a weaver

A weaver of dreams