Persistence

Flaming cords halfway to the sky,
narrow to threads and push
a hundred souls towards the rising sun.
Their silver wings reduced
mere motes against the crystal blue
Each cord slowly unbraids itself westward
broad ribbons of lace, then cobwebs.
Ever onward they pass,
driven by unseen urgency
until they fade, disappear and only sky remains.

Begun after the last post, I thought I knew what this was about. Let me know if you figure it out.