Spiderwebs in the Wind

Tumbling across the blue sky, in the pale of a canvas, painted in the far horizon

Entangled in threads of time, spinning in the air, among the leaves

Each thread, each hollow space, carried by spirits, in the native wind

Never to reappear, never to fall apart, but to spread across the fields

Aging, by the years, the moments, and the memories, where we first begin

Where our feet, naked, and free, touched this earth, kissed the waters

And with chanting voices, it climbed into the trees, to look down, onto the ground

Now the spiderwebs in the wind, carry the host of blood, sweat, and tears

Until we live, again, the dream catcher shall feel the feathers of love, and we shall fly