Passion in a Cave

What happens when my passion hides itself in a cave? Darkness surrounds it But it is still there Spinning a cocoon in the dark. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of it but only when the sun shines a glimmer toward the cave opening at just the right angle at just the right moment ...and only if I happen to be looking past the darkness. But even a glimpse of those silky threads shimmering inside the tiny capsule can echo a fluttering in my dark and closed soul. Beauty reverberates like a beating heart, with an ever-so-slight murmur that reminds me I am broken but alive.