Poem: Silk Spiderwebs

My dreams are held up
by gossamer spiderwebs
strong silk threads
and they look fragile.
But they are stronger than they seem.

Suspended in air
for years at a time
it collects morning dew
that dries up as the
temperature rises.

It takes more webbing
to hold them in place
even as the lair expands.
They end up out of sight
somewhere near the ceiling.

All it takes is one spark
one raging blaze that
lasts only a second.
It races along those strands
and burns them away.

Oh, I forgot those were there!
As they land in my lap.
I look at them in silence
Old and cracked
ancient and dried out.

Now that I have them again
what will I do with them?
should I hang them up
with new webs from old
or can I finally see them in the light?