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