Gossamer threads slip quietly through my dreams
as well as my waking
and dance about as I sit in a world of tears
unable to climb out on my own.
For but a moment I catch a glimpse of glamour
and a taste of ambrosia
filtered through words colored ebony and crimson and pearl
and dipped in the twin rivers of sorrow and joy.
A tapestry of dreams becomes a manifold doorway
leading to worlds and lives and emotions
carefully wrapped in aspirations and adventures
needing only a touch of golden imagination to unlock their meaning.
To return to an accursed world
with gifts of comfort and growth and spirit
brought on by characters shaped by passion and knowledge
becomes a journey in it’s own right.