With a string of woven words
You invite me to follow you—
Where are you leading me?

Do you believe the rope is strong
Just because it’s of your making?
Pride can inflate a maker’s view.

I need an artifice I can hold onto!
I want to feel secure
When I give myself to you. And,

I want to go somewhere,
Not just be left in mud.
Suspend me over chasms;
Take me to the stars!
Gift me with thoughts
I’d never have
And dreams my mind
Could not create!

Poet, I’m trusting you.
I’m hanging from a lifeline
You have crafted. Learn

To take your dreams
And weave them
Of a secret stuff
So strong, so full,
That I can join you there.

Max Reif

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reader-to-poet/