She weaves gossamer ribbons
In the shimmering blackness of the night.
The strands so thin and beautiful
Angels might cry seeing them.
Each strand spun with love
She labors into the night.
Tiny drops of dew
Fall from the forest above
Nestling in her ribbons.
Moonbeams shimmer in the air
And seeing the beauty of her work
Entangle with the dew
Becoming sparkling jewels
Nestled among the tiny ribbons.
She sits alone in her dark beauty waiting.
She pauses in her work.
Her gossamer ribbons
Filled with natures tiny jewels
Move in the soft breeze
And beckon ... enter.
She senses ... Him.
She Feels him drawing near.
Her eyes glow in the dark shadow of night.
Her arms reach out.
She can see him now.
All her senses are on him.
If only her beauty, the only gift she can give him
Will be enough.
He pauses in the nighttime shadows.
His eyes meet hers as she sits in regal splendor
In the very center of her gift for him.
He gazes in awe at her beauty,
The intricate beauty of her gifts for him,
All the joy and the wonder that could be his.
He steps forward.
Slowly he makes his way
Past the gossamer ribbons of hope and love/
He can not resist.
She smiles,
Arms extended in a lover's embrace
And once again
Her romantic trap is sprung.
The beautiful dark spider
Or
The beautiful woman?
You choose.
~*~
2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem...and the picture is wonderful too.
If I were to fall into that trap, would I be dinner? I think you have a deep point here: people do tend to trap others in relationships. This does not mean that it is all bad. Most of the time we want to be in the trap. It is only bad when we don't want to be in it and have not seen a way out.
Another poetic insight on life from you! Keep it up!
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