Floating peacefully in the wind
My exhaled breath the music to your ballet
Dancing to the movement of the invisible sounds,
Are you so abandoned that even the eye cannot see your beauty?
The shapes morphing, triangle to square to the ever jumbled system
Blissfully floating along as I wish I could be
Though hidden in the darkest corners
What peace your dance brings to the troubled mind;
The silver threads---beams of light that penetrate the ocean’s murky depths
Struggling to press downward until swallowed up by the hungry mouth of
silence: darkness a pain to the ear.

My cobweb, my friend, dance on in the wind
For as I watch every movement is a new creation,
If only I could emulate your magic,
Matching footsteps to the swaying
Lingering for just a moment; weightless,
Until again a new motion arises from the stillness
And I as well must follow in step.
Were peace of mind just a breeze away
And troubles present for but a fleeting instant
Then too could I be the forgotten cobweb
Free to dance to the clandestine tune,
Swinging gently, ever floating: a first leaf of the fall.
But I remain as just a watcher
Seeing a view into a secret not meant to surface,
And placid images unite with the silent zephyr
That I exhale
With every sigh.