Gossamer Threads of Gold
by anna farrell
Filtering in with the first light
A sound stirs my sleepy soul,
Impalpable grace descends.
How holy is the gathering silence
A gauzy veil of dust
Light and shadow embrace
seeking to birth the stillness with meaning,
How vast and broad the sweep
Gossamer threads of gold
Patterns of light
dancing with tumultuous delight
Shattering reality, words bleed
Transforming darkness into light.