Gap,
Open expanse,
Defying separation,
Cries, “Fill the hollow.
Weave emptiness into beauty.
Spin the bond that binds
Branching crowns to earth
And ensnares rivers of moonlight.”
Tensions rise with the advent of midnight.
Beams betray the skeleton of a tethered trap,
Liquid threads that catch earth and dew and breath.
Pinpricks of silver gaze through woven window panes.
Heartbeats quiver, wrapped, entangled,
Enmeshed in silk that grasps.
Fog drapes a sherbet dawn.
A foretaste of winter’s bite
Cuts the strands of gloss.
Sunrise severs paths,
No longer bound,
Nor traveled.
Gap —
