Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Spider


Come to my head
In the fury of the rain
In the patterns here defined
As the wood reveals its grain

Come to my thoughts
In the bustle of the train
Nobody here reports
To their automated husks of pain

Come to my arms
Embrace that knows its bounds
Give more that the words reveal
Take more than these echoed sounds

Come to my heart
In the kingdom of my chest
Beats a hollow thud were it but
For the things that we invest

Come to my hands
That which cannot be bought
That whose price is far beyond
The lies that we are taught

Come to the moment
Come to the day
Come to the party
Well…come to the fray

1 comment:

Harlequin said...

quite a compelling motif... and a neat rhythm and rhyme.... good stuff.