Beaded Doorways
sphagnum moss drifts randomly
from oaks reflecting
caressing raw extrusions
drawing off covert emotions
spent in self-indulgent bouts
gossamer strands soon saturated
dropped to warp the weave
of other carpet laying fools
spending cheap emerging passion
for those who walk barefoot
heedless of the cost of cushion
the price of protection
or the synapse laden threads
throughout matted enveloping armors
drawing heat from waning twilight
unable to spark through static
or other means the charge that
brings the muse to consciousness
and keeps the dream alive
© 2000 Bart Breen