WEAVING

A beautiful pattern is being shaped.
It glimmers of all the wonders
and of all the riddles
so that we may dress up
with a weave here of sun ray
and a weave there of moon glow.

Your smile invented my discovery
of the kindest maiden who was to be.
We played and played
and each of us defined
the world of the other.

Playing on the beach
with the sand we never did …
I feel you are my friend
with bucket and spade.

We are pirates
and we offer the found gold
to the drifting hearts
amidst the ocean.