Farseeing

Every word we've ever said--
Each choice a single, brilliant thread
Intersecting, changing meaning--
The ebb and flow can be deceiving
These subtle twists in our direction
Beyond the range of our perception
Fate is tangled, changing always--
And no one can see all of the ways
A single word, a careless act
Can tear the web--leave it intact--
Or change the future altogether
And yet--to live outside of never
These passing futures, this silver web
Run through the dark inside my head
Seen whole for a moment only
Sometimes the view from here is lonely
The past now in the future stands
Silver lines run through my hands
Gossamer threads with azure lining
Possibilities rare and shining
Where we'll go and what we'll be--
Briefly, my epiphany.
But not to touch--not anymore--
I have made that choice before
But some lines broke--the threads were crossed--
And countless futures made and lost
So now these fragile silver wisps
Slide by, just past my fingertips.