I look upon a web that hangs gently
Before me, I look deep within the beads
Of morning dew, I see reflections
Of each part of me.
Each strand was a part of me, I
Was woven of many pieces, Some
Held many dews of water,
While others vacant, the thread
Is clean no dew no spiders
Motion nothing hangs there.
But others a collection of movements,
Dew coalesces there, where would
I spin a new thought, what part of
Me is hanging in anticipation, new
Thoughts to be caught and fed upon.
I wondered upon a Web, I looked in
To its intricate design, I saw many parts
Of myself within this elegant creation,
Thoughts were the dew coalescing
Upon silken line, I was empty in
Parts waiting to be filled.
I looked and smiled, touched silk with
The tip of my fingers, vibrations fed
Through like thought, and with that
I walked, I wondered silently on.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
I look upon a web that hangs gently
Before me, I look deep within the beads
Of morning dew, I see reflections
Of each part of me.
Each strand was a part of me, I
Was woven of many pieces, Some
Held many dews of water,
While others vacant, the thread
Is clean no dew no spiders
Motion nothing hangs there.
But others a collection of movements,
Dew coalesces there, where would
I spin a new thought, what part of
Me is hanging in anticipation, new
Thoughts to be caught and fed upon.
I wondered upon a Web, I looked in
To its intricate design, I saw many parts
Of myself within this elegant creation,
Thoughts were the dew coalescing
Upon silken line, I was empty in
Parts waiting to be filled.
I looked and smiled, touched silk with
The tip of my fingers, vibrations fed
Through like thought, and with that
I walked, I wondered silently on.
