Yesterday
I rescued a spider
From the bath
And wondered why
Spiders repeatedly
Do this thing
Like moths
Banging their heads
Against lights
But then i thought
They're no different
Than people
But then i thought
Perhaps the fairies
Will visit me tonight
Here at this twilight hour
The new stars
Hidden behind
The dusty clouds
Whilst the fairies
Lay perched
Upon mossy green bowers
Perhaps
They will visit
Upon my beckoning
Or perhaps
When my life has reached
It's final reckoning
They will come
And flower
And blossom, and bloom
Perhaps
They will not?

by Jemia