a push and pull
between here and there —
a tugging on my tiny web
toward the weaving of my larger truth.
On the sighs of the wind
a bewitching melody
sings of my uncharted path:
to wander in the boundless spaces
held between the stars.
I cling to self-worn threads
and fear a dark unknown.
a voice cries through the night:
an aching to be born.
But how are new beginnings spun
if not through these heart-flaring storms?
I yearn to be swept
but the sound of music in the rain.