Becoming

Pushing against nothing,
         offering,
Grasp the sparrows tail.
Pulling, rolling back....
          An ancient dance singing
                to the mystics.
A quiet thought pulled like spiders silk
          through the heavens.
Trailing off,
          becoming silent,
                    becoming still,
                            becoming.... not being.

Reviews

[L'Amour De Musique]

This poem captures real emotions; well done. Keep up the good work.