Mistwoven Souls

Glimmering Crystal-Soul Poesy

Dew drops caught in silken webs,
Each unto themselves a world.
Souls connected by a thread,
A weaving by the gods unfurled.

Stay and watch and cease your haste,
See the Bright Lord makes each to shine,
Like jewels upon a pretty neck laced,
Glimmering against the wrath of time.

Ensouled those crystals by that Star,
Soon, also, shall make of them a mist.
The web shall tear and leave no scar.
Haunted vessels set adrift. 

Day will pass into the night,
The spider’s labyrinth again is spun.
Morning comes and floods with light,
Glistening orbs bathed in the Sun.