floating in the air
above a flame
silken and fragile
rising and falling
on what it relies on
to stay afloat
simple words
become sparks
threatening
the balance of the thread
in truth
it will rise
shimmering
like a tiny, thin star
with words mispoken
misleading
untrue
the thread drops
singes
in the flame
without a soft
true
breeze
the beautiful
silken thread
will be consumed
in the flame
