Reader To Poet

With a string of woven words You invite me to follow you— Where are you leading me? Do you believe the rope is strong Just because it’s of your making? Pride can inflate a maker’s view. I need an artifice I can hold onto! I want to feel secure When I give myself to you. And, I want to go somewhere, Not just be left in mud. Suspend me over chasms; Take me to the stars! Gift me with thoughts I’d never have And dreams my mind Could not create! Poet, I’m trusting you. I’m hanging from a lifeline You have crafted. Learn To take your dreams And weave them Of a secret stuff So strong, so full, That I can join you there.