Gossamer

I cross the boundary of illusion in a poet's dream through a thin-texture web that waves before me words of black, pass in front of me one word after another flickers before my eyes everything is fragile, delicate then falls by the wayside into a darkness a winding road lays before me twisting and turning to disappear into a gossamer veil that hangs from nowhere shades and shadows are hiders of its secret they call me, inviting me to lift this veil of illusion where dreamers dream I balance on a thin thread that stretches across an immense canyon where words rise slowly to be plucked from the air without falling into the unknown where imagination is boiling over forming new words creating the gossamer veil in my dream 2/21/23 contest Writing Challenge- G-words sponsor Constance La France