Spider Webs

Little spider, come to weave
a tapestry in time
(gossamer, these threads of love
we share)

When rain descends
what will you find?
(that tears have washed
the love away?)

A net of glistening, wet and gleaming
strands of little spider's dreaming
(so easy to destroy, so hard to build
no matter what we've willed)

A work of art complete
a grandiose and brilliant feat
(when love is seen as just a game
it always fades away)

I praise your skill, yet still
I wash you down the shower drain
(as tears will fall
unending rain of heart)


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