Gossamer Strings

Paint a seashore with sand and debris From all things that fade away.

Songs that echo from the past, All the words we didn't say.

Colours drained by the sinking sun On the wallpaper of our dreams.

Storied tapestries woven through, Cut time unraveling at the seams.

A steady rhythm pulses through Until rejoining the beat of the Earth.

Tears must dry to the time we die From the moment of frigid birth.

Noone mourns a single morning For the dew that disappears.

Short life of arachnia goes by While her web may stay for years

Collecting dust in cornered caves Until it's pulled by a passerby.

This woven tale gone gossamer, But she isn't there to cry.

Only the wind that carries it away Will remember its frail face.

But shares it all in cirrus clouds In memorandum of the silky grace.

Imagine words that would be revealed If tongues were gifted to trees?

But then where would we go when we outgrow If there were no more mysteries?

Watch visioned clouds to decipher Stories only the sky will know.

So as you walk remember to take in What only a moment will show.