Memoir Of A Red Spider Lilly Poem by Stanislav Galinov

I grow from whence thy restless foot reprieved the burden of undying love, and found solace in the ever-fleeting eyes of a turtle-dove.
How oft have thou wonder'd at my scarlet frame, and passionately embrac'd thy youthful shame!
How oft have thou crav'd the eternal swan and praised it for its failure - the incapability of living as one!
Once, when dancing with the drab autumnal gale, I beheld thee, faithful lover - on a mossy cobblestone engaged in violent hail.
Shouting curses at the endless blue, at the pale wayward clouds - whom path thine eyes enshrouds.
Thee I beheld, musing on the morning dew with orbs that weep'd for thy companion, nestled in my spider womb.
And me shalt thou see with eyes that flutter in seething ecstasy; and I shalt deliver thee on the plume of heartfelt Poesy - where thou shalt rest his final rest, lest Death rid you of unceasing breath!