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.

Still
I cling to self-worn threads
and fear a dark unknown.

Still
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

into nothing

but the sound of music in the rain.

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