Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
...
I think of happiness as a pool of water,
And into it, I will plunge.
I think of happiness as a pool of water,
And me, I am the sponge.
...
Dreams are fragmented memories
Twisted and tossed,
A mingling of scenes blasted
By Insanity's chaos,
...
I remember my days of childhood,
When everything was brighter in life -
It was as if the world was covered in jewels
And sparkled with heavenly light.
...
There is a moment when the sun descends the western stairs
And welcomes the coming dusk...
When the sky fashions a color
That beckons the painter's brush.
...
Hope is the engine of the heart -
Faith is the fuel;
Love is the key that makes it start -
The driver is you.
...
From there to here, we have traveled unknowing,
Down from our Father's home.
Back to there, we pray we are going,
Hoping faith will carry us on.
...
(This one's for Kirsty Richards)
Here, in heaven's shadow,
Our days are numbered few;
...
My eyes are drawn to that boundless expanse,
Where mystery and beauty and enchantment romance...
And each star spreading its elegant glow
'Til their sphere of light into eternity flows;
...
The soul, like a fragile sphere of glass,
Holds the white radiance of heaven.
When the many trials of time are passed,
The soul bursts like an exploding star,
...
The Soul has a fire,
And it surpasses those of Hell;
And if our hearts desire,
These flames will never tire -
...
As the world revolves,
The hot day dissolves
While the sun rolls slowly into the west.
And now the moon slips in
...
A whisper from below
Seeps into my ears,
Then oozes into my mind -
And in the darkness
...
I'm always filled with frustration,
My mind is never at ease,
Because it is heaven
That I always think about...
...
The sound of laughter in the air -
Such a frivolous commotion.
The feeling it infects you with -
Such a glorious emotion.
...
A Spider's Web
Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread...
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web -
His home so eerily, spiraling spreads.
His gossamer so rigid, yet lighter than mist,
And like an eight-legged sorcerer - a wizard blest,
His lace, like a spell, he conjures and knits;
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.