Gossamer Threads of Gold

by anna farrell
(France)

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
and vapour
Light and shadow embrace


seeking to birth the stillness with meaning,

How vast and broad the sweep
Gossamer threads of gold
Patterns of light

New forms
dancing with tumultuous delight
Shattering reality, words bleed
Transforming darkness into light.