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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2023
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