Unspoken

I wish to weave a magic web,
For only you and I.
Words softer then a feather bed,
Gentle as a spring breeze sigh.

I would wrap a cocoon around us,
A simple lullaby.
Watch as changes astound us,
While the world spins by.

If I could build with wood and nail,
A boat I might procure.
An adventure for us to set sail,
A whisper of forgotten lore.

On a rough sea of misguided hope,
We chance a risky game.
But joy found end in a hangman's rope,
Are we to find the same?