While I weave, don't wake me
while I dream, don't shake me
leave me to my work, let me unfurl
and bring new colors into the world
Don't rouse me, let my wings unfold on their own,
at their own pace, to their own tone
Don't tap my wings, for they are still damp,
let me breathe on my own soft feathers
This pattern I see, from where does it come?
It is tattered now, but I will sew it together
I'll blend the laughter, the joy and the tears
that have touched it down thru the years
I grasp a dark velvet ribbon and wind it
into a time I've never seen
how is it, I can smell the ocean
to which I've never been?
Give me space while I create,
so that I may open my wings
with the story I tell, or the song that I sing
So when I rise, don't touch me
please, let me be, for, if I am to fly,
I must be free!!