sannaliyane
Bring forth the loom of time,
Stretch its threads across the silence of the stars,
And let my hands weave with the rhythm of the heart,
The melody of the soul’s unspoken dreams.
For the child that enters with the dawn,
I weave a cloth of whispered prayers,
Delicate as the first breath of morning,
Soft as the unspoken joy of mothers’ hearts.
For the maiden who dances in the light of her youth,
I weave a gown of untold promises,
The shining tapestry of hope and desire,
Woven with threads of laughter,
And the dreams of a thousand tomorrows.
For the bride, adorned with the weight of a thousand worlds,
I weave a robe woven from her longing,
A garb that catches the light of love’s fire,
Yet bears the weight of life’s fleeting breath.
And for the soul whose journey is now complete,
I weave the quiet shroud of a final rest,
A cloth woven with the sorrow of goodbyes,
And the quiet acceptance of the eternal night.
Oh, loom of life, whose threads bind us all,
In every weave is the heart of the world,
And with every passing moment, we are made whole—
Born, loved, bound, and released in the eternal dance.
