Treasure Island

Sacha Hayes O'Grady


The spider knits its silver web


The spider knits its silver web,
In hope to seize a falling star,
While all the while the moon does ebb,
Still gazing at it from afar.

For yet I think a stronger thread
Do you and I together weave,
How when apart, my spirit’s fled,
Half of my heart, I hate to leave.

Submitted: Saturday, December 07, 2013
Edited: Sunday, December 08, 2013

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  • Ray Quesada (8/16/2014 1:14:00 PM)

    a fine poem, sir. stirring, easy to read, and no quality was sacrificed to achieve that. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (7/14/2014 9:28:00 AM)

    this poem unlocks doors of imagination in the readers mind.brilliant poem Sacha (Report) Reply

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