Self Is... Poem by Lisbeth Spider

When i'm alone I think about you,
In your company I think about me.
Looking through the mirror of your soul
Reflecting my brightest and darkest hope
I wish to see a different shade of green
Wishing to seek a perfect picture of me

Visions are only a dream
Story of a unlived me
True meaning is what we seek
Searching archives of these dreams
But these are only dreams
Story retold of an unlived time

Reaching and gasping for glory
Clutching and grabbing for a true story
You torture me you pleasure me
You sing for me sweet melodies
Waking in my sleepless dream
I walk into your maze with hope

Your crazy magic works on me
Like a cradling child I look upon you
Your tender grace assuring me
Cuddling me with care and love
You lose your self to me and I to you
In this never ending mystery
I know my self is you...