woolen strands

Woolen strands

woven

into threads  of dreams

that

dance  through a warp in time.

move 

like

 a shimmer 

that glides upon the currents of air;

my breath hesitating in the atmosphere of sky and field.

Morning sun casts its golden winter light through the moving strands;

a space between your voice and  my words..

Each strand is a dance within your hands

weaving

a memory

that 

finds its way within the locket of my heart.

The fall of your eyes,

the blue of the sky,

the depth of your voice as you stood still upon a drift of wind

carries the glow

of

ice and snow and golden light ;

emotion  

 weaving the strands 

as time walks backwards through a shimmer 

into a moment of moving woolen strands

through

the music of the wind.;

your smile falling into mine

as

woolen strands

silently weave the fabric of a shimmer;

light

falling into

a juxtaposition of time;

one moment

when

love finds you once again through the spaces between your footsteps.;

a shimmer between your breath and mine..

I