If I take a gossamer thread
and entwine it with infinite others
weave a diaphanous cloak
to blanket me with the warmth of the rising sun.

If I press a storm to paper
marble the clouds
with oils of white, lavender, and grey
gild it with gold leaf rays of sunlight.

If I make it small
enough to be held in my hand
boundless
and seen in the eyes of my lovers.