I once caught a glimpse
Of gossamer thread
Lilting, floating overhead
Gently flowing, soft as clouds
This silky, macramé, web-like shroud
I watched it move about with ease
Through budding limbs
Of waking trees
Around these tombs and massive vaults
My dancer, danced
Its airy waltz, adrift
Upon a gentle breeze
Amongst the stony eulogies
And as I gazed upon its flight
Seeming free from all its plight
The weight of my visit seemed
To lessen as my sorrow’s
Torment turned effervescent
And soon my heart was near as light
As my lithesome, shining gossamer
kite
And as its dance drew near its end
My soulful mercy
Did descend
That of all the noble shrines
And hallowed lots
It was here, upon this
Humble plot
That my faithful confrere chose
instead
To light upon my mother’s bed
