Oh cunning, cunning spider <br />Weave me a web full of dreams <br />With sticky strings which connect possibilities <br />Overnight you create a miracle, until the dawn sings <br /> <br />Oh how could they judge you so unfairly <br />When you only work so silently in a corner <br />And beneath the joyous dark blue and wishing stars <br />You make all your pieces glitter <br /> <br />Jealous, aren't they? <br />To question the features you have <br />Because you color life and all the worlds <br />With transluscent threads, and a wondrous craft <br /> <br />You tell no lies with what you make <br />And you fill them up with passion <br />How i desire to also be a spider <br />Though judged without just, i can weave an inspiration<br /><br />i am not crazy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-legged-wonders/
