Kindred Breath

Unspoken threads run, wafting between people

in nods, syllables, micro worlds of quiet knowing

this thin weaving, net or noose, we hold light atop

our palm, trickling icicles along spider webbed surface

or spun tapestries of golden light, slow broiling fires, or

cherry blossomed breeze, we can ball it, hide it in darkness

under skin and cloth, but this is illusion, the shadow creeps

along hungry fibrous membrane to each unknowing host,

silently breathed in, consumed, expelled again upon a taut

high wire, dancing droplets trickling this way and that, a

roped tug balancing of soft push and pull, give and take

subtle electric sparks running unseen routes, tacking

along a hushed breeze, a sure and steady flap of

butterfly wing, with rippling echo against an

endless, sea of pale blue and again, waving

outward from illuminate latticed sphere,

flickers of dots against black, and their

answer in mirrored reflection, a

blanket of darkness, pregnant

with infinite stars

Reviews

[Jack...]

This definitely sent my mind to thought, wandering through your words, picking up a little here and there and processing to find the theme and I do feel connected, if only by words...there is a connection. Very well done.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks for reading and for your thoughts! I appreciate it!

[Chris]

Not being facetious... I saw my smartphone and the web woven of all the interconnected awarenesses...reaching beyond what I can sense.

One question "a top" - was that meant as one word or two? I took it as a typo.

[Kristina Moulaison]

:) It is a typo...thanks for catching that! I appreciate the review!

[Chris]

I appreciate your "view".