The Threads of You

The threads of you

Are woven through

My tapestry

paroxysms

Of golden light

Through fog

And I follow the threads of you

Through myself and wonder

Where they will lead

And you don’t appear to

Conceive these things

For my attempts at explanation

Seem overblown yet not quite adequate

You are

Connected to me

By threads which

Will not break

Strong enough

For me to stand upon

Walking this tightrope

To your heart without fear

You have

No words

And I can only

relate

The things I see

When I close my earthly eyes

true forms begin

And I am a canyon

Over which you weave your net

So that you can stand

In this void with me

Where I hover

Perpetually

And maybe

One day

You will realize

that you have wings

And need not

Build a net to stand upon

Do not need protection from me

One day you will let go

And fly

Through truth

Reality

And everything you know

Let go without fearing

What’s below

And if you’re unsure

You could grasp my hand

And feel some comfort there

Ily, 2002