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Our first drawn breath    A symbolic pact
Stating Mother Nature's works as natural acts

Without sayers of fortune
Or circled hands professed of shine
Only an arachnid's sky bound brood
Did manifest her vision in his mind

In morning bright
Were shooting strings and streaks of gleams
Trailing little things
Wishing stars in broad daylight

Little green spiders

Previously felt            A feeling's core
Same of nature         Only different than the one before

In pre-launch mid-morn sun
Lashed to strands of silken catchers of wind were shimmering pieces of her 
dreams, each silent image a reflective portrait, her beautiful ways and means

Ushered gently aloft in a morning's breeze
In colors deluxe
Sequences of movie scenes flashed on Golden-Era silver screens 
Born from spinnerets of spider 'lings 
To glide across our mind on glistening linear wing

As if on cued melody each streaming web reflected  times of a young love past
Holding hands or sitting on the grass
Carefree without worry, they thought forever their days would sing

Standing graveside of a long lost bride
A gray-haired man smiled as he cried, did ask in jest
"My dear, in what manner or form will your collusion de jour  with 
nature haunt me next."

We love these moments of past dreams dreamt, regardless they be natural acts 
or heaven sent

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