Gossamer Fabric …
In nightmarish dreams I stand in the netherworld,
Gazing through gossamer fabric round my life,
Watching myself float among what unfurled,
And what could have been if I had turned in time.
In a minuscule matter of time I could have been
Elsewhere, with someone else in another life,
And would it had been a better life then,
Or would it be far worse than I would like?
Was it my choice to be here, or was it Fate,
That brought me to this world I now know,
Did Destiny lead me here or was I late,
To catch a different path or flow?
Why must I be in this wayward dream,
When I should be sleeping peacefully,
Among stars and clouds of white so serene,
Not gazing through gossamer fabric longingly?
Something is stirring deep within my soul,
That one thing I have never had with me,
A longing for that one love I do not know,
I must awaken and face my reality.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns