Let there be no doubt
No matter how well
I weave my way out
The web of thoughts
Weigh me down
In the most pleasant
Hypnotic way
Like a witch stitching
Magical tales
Casting incantations 
I am wrapt completely
A bind of my own making
To pull at a loose end
To test its strength
Would surely lead to
My unraveling 
In the meantime 
Willing wearers
Be blessed adopted kin
Taking tribal yarning
Tales of daring
To edge of reason
Creating folk fables
From salt spray taste
Waiting for your return
Once again