Silken Threads

Silken threads of gossamer,
flowing in a web of love so fine
that endless tapestries are spun
of hearts that beat as one
and move in synchronistic syzygy.

Drawing near as touch endears
another endless dream,
woven only in the artistry
of bodies singing harmony,
as more and more
we must become just one.

One feel, one touch,
one reaching out,
and the ground of all reality
rushes up to meet the light;
as particles, at last aware
dare to revel
in these forms of flesh.

And we become one shadow
playing endlessly within a bright
and endless melody,
that rings in cyclic spiraling,
and sings in silken threads
of harmony . . .


Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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