POETRY 2001

I wrote this in gratitude for all my dear friends, old and new.

The Web

Through the cold darkness
thin golden threads stretch.

Reaching out,
touching the tight, sharp bones
of my chest gently.

Slender filaments, like warm hands
wrap themselves around
my tired heart.

Glowing light and soothing warmth
Quiet the tense chatter
of my mind.

I close my stinging eyes and see
living webs of light
spread out from the center of my heart.

Breathing in the beauty,
I send out a tremulous pulse of gratitude
rippling on this web of love.

My friends hold me and I, them.
The vision fades,
but the tranquility remains.

Dec 26th, 2001