My Heart

Delicately the finest cobweb hung
zig zag patterns invisible threads spun
to which shiny drops of longing clung
as morn's twilight across open skies strung
my world painted in tiny pictures upside-down
gleaming reflections shimmering as if to drown
amidst shadows of longing cast within my heart

And tiny drops heavily laden
a delicately negotiated burden
for even a trumpeting whisper
their uncertain existence may shorten
and a tiny piece to tear off perhaps
or utterly its fine composure collapse