The Spider and Me
The spider and me…
The spider and me…
In the garden that was called Garden of Love,
I was flying with a silver feathered dove.
I was dancing among a bunch of flowers,
I was drinking their dew, drunk from their powers.
Flowers all around, as far you can see,
the rainbow of colors boundless as a sea.
There were dancers and singers enjoying life.
But a spider was hiding in its strife.
He was hiding within a web of deception,
He was convinced that love alters perception.
His heart was filled with anger and nothing more,
He did not care what is real anymore.
I was dancing like an angel in the sky,
What is a garden without me, the butterfly?
Kissing every petal dancing with the wind;
No one cared that I was young and I had sinned.
I was in love with life and out of my mind,
I had so much desire I couldn’t hide.
I was young when I first saw that web of lies,
In its center was the spider in disguise.
He saw me that I was in love and insane,
That I was dancing till dawn with any pain.
From his shadows, he saw my life was so bright.
He called my name when I was dancing with light.
I ignored him, and I escaped getting trapped;
The whole garden cheered for me, and they clapped.
I laughed at him and ran with the warmest breeze.
I went to hide and danced with blossoming trees.
A day had passed, and I danced in the sun’s ray.
He called me once again at dawn the next day.
I was so young, and I was full of sunshine.
I was changing the dew into the red wine.
I was too drunk to know what was going on,
the years they came, and soon, like dreams, they’re gone.
He told me that his web is soft and is loose,
and I want to leave; I go when I choose.
I ignored him and danced without any care.
The youthfulness given to youth is unfair.
They do not know what the gift is to be young.
They don’t know how the singings ought to be sung.
The next day, once again, he called me with smile;
He told me to come in sit down for a while.
Again, I ran away; I flew from his sight.
I did not come back until that dreadful night.
That night, I was tired, maybe I grew old,
Suddenly, my garden felt like moonlight cold.
The spring passed, and summer’s gone, and now is Fall;
What else is there except pain, and that is all?
The spider is calling once more with a roar,
I cannot sing and dance; don’t care anymore.
I am tired of pain, lonely, and too cold.
There is no one to play when you're getting old.
My spider, he knows how old is my age.
He will love me and bury me in my cage.
2/3/2017 Haloo
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