Outside my back door a spider awaits his prey,
hoping for a catch.
Its been over two weeks now since i first spotted the glimmering silver threads
in the warm glow of the streetlight that stands beyond the parking lot.
Delicate and fascinating
the orb weavers web is,
a testimony to perseverance and purpose.
In the remote center of this brilliant contraption he waits.
looking at me,
with curious eyes, wondering what strange creature am i.
Loneliness, longingly, solitude in my silence.
The spider has me captive in his gaze and in his web of deceit.
Now, this night,
the wind blows in anticipation of rain, stretching and strumming
the strands of my tiny friends home in the eves,
the wind plays its sad song.
I strain to hear the music,
like the beating of a heart,
like the sound of my life, dancing in the wind.
Outside my back door, loneliness awaits,
longingly, solitude in my silence.
his silver trap is set,
I'm his prey.
His food for thought.
I am his and he is mine.
who never can love.
Edited by myboyhoodfears (06/13/09 03:33 PM)
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