Cobwebs

There are times

moments

silences

We walk in the early mornings

and sometimes we feel

the sound of ice falling

as it crashes against our thoughts

and sometimes we hear

the touch of a frozen cobweb

as it floats against our shadows

cobweb times

tangled moments

frozen silences

Each breath is only a prelude

to death

Each smile

a beginning

sunrise times

on-the-cusp moments

echoing silences

We walk through it all

till the sunset kisses our souls, welcome

till the moonrise lifts our spirits

till the stars become our home

till the sunrise melts the cobwebs

and we begin again in the cold light of day

There are times

moments

silences

embrace them and smile in the pain of it all

the beauty of it all

and the cold cold burden of it all

embrace them and be free