Entangled dreams

The yarn rolled down as it threaded through the needle

when January embers screened the bleak hillside contour

it rumbled and tumbled along meandering brooks

and spanned all through on the heather moor

Ted sat on the window ledge and leered

embracing all who came by the yester year

they came in all their keen and when they left him, torn

he darned himself without a sneer

Huck ran behind the rolling ball, as onlookers gazed a bit amused

They taught him of religion and race, and why whose

whistle whimpered what and when; He jumped in the mud

to free a bird that fell;

"Civilized" Huck was a free spirit on his knoll

Now the summer paved the way for fall while the thread hid behind mellow browns

when the forlorn lover drenched in melancholy, November rains all around

he saw withering violets and roses dry askew,

but then bloomed the Chrysanthemum that breathed hope anew

December saw snowfields raise divine views,

For some, festive lights, for some, dull blues

it birthed the crystal that formed in clouds above, 

Snow-flakes and solitude have long been the poets muse

And while the spanning thread kept on its road

it passed the spaceship that floated high above in Starlit grandeur

seeking stars that kept him afloat, the space man neither anchored 

nor turned back; in his good nights sleep he dreamed of the earth

with all prudence as one can see,

the thread spanned around and entangled dreams

In billions of stories that could be woven

the needle wove this one with me

Author's Note

For family:
Abhimanyu, the Teddy Bear, "Ted"
Pritam, Huckleberry Finn, "Huck"
Shruti, the Chrysanthemum
Ajinkya, the Snowflake
Shantanu, the Spaceman