On the Life Thread

A poem

Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash

I unravel threads, golden and silver …
The chest of my discontent
unfolds.
Selene
comes forth,
while silent,
the moment I throw in the air …

Behind the curtains,
colorful silks as incense for my dreams …
A suffocating scent that,

smoke
into the existence,

elevates me.

Primordial, this instinct
prevails …
Songs and dances
swirling
conduce me along …

I who proceed, but never retreat,
I vault and juggle.
Under a life spell …

Intoxicated,

I attend her.