The Unseen World

A few words on a screen,
With a flashing cursor,
And a fine thread,
A connection of
Infinite delicacy
Is stretched
Across the miles.
Like cracks in
Shattered ice
The tendrils of thought
Spread and
Interweave endlessly
Into a knotted
Web of conversation.
But for this
Filigree and silken
Lace of thoughts
To work and
Become strong,
Then others too
Must build their
Trellised framework
And let the tendrils
Of friendship
Grow and meet.

(c) 2ndwitch, 04/03/18