by Arcturus Descending » Wed Mar 22, 2017 2:25 pm
esperanza1 wrote:Ideas spinning
silvery white
entraptions, and illusions
no prey tonight
I'll stay hiding
in moonlight
waiting till the time is right
I'm looking for the perfect place
to spin a Web
of sticky silvery thread
Where a connection is made
and if your not
looking out
you might not escape
I like that. Is it about a spider or about yourself?
I'll stay hiding
in moonlight
waiting till the time is right
Nice imagery. I could see him.
“How can a bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?”
― William Blake
“Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die”
― William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience
“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.”
― William Blake