Thread of Silk

The spider made A thread of silk And soon after irrevokably Was eaten by a bird Now thing just hang There like me In an unretractablw world My life a road That goes no where Because of that one Capricious bird And I could have Tied up its wings Until its flesh Stank for the worms But a man of dreams Will always see beauty Even in his sleep. So I let you fly To sing another day. I shall not Behold you sing again Unless the wind blows up A song From the emptiness Of a motherless world. Only remember Spiders are not everything Superstition says they are And webs are not as malicious As butterflies would make them be My love dangles here With no intent to trap Or keep A song that will not hum In the silence of the soul