Cobwebs

Cobwebs, cobwebs everywhere 

In the water in the air 

On the branches of the trees 

In the foam of the seas - 

On the skyscrapers and towers 

On the grass and on the flowers 

In the meadows, forests, lakes 

In the rain and snowflakes 

In the desert, tundra, hills, 

On the tulips, daffodils, 

In the jungle, on the ice, 

On the ears and on the eyes,

In the clouds, in the sky, 

In the place where shadows fly - 

Cobwebs, cobwebs take each part 

And connect it to the heart, 

There to bring them into light 

And replenish it with might. 

In the intricate designs 

Live the how's, the where's and why's 

That connect each part to all 

And through pieces and the whole M

anifests the gorgeous web 

Of the world, as spiders grab 

By their ignorance and lies 

Moths, mosquitoes, wasps and flies. 

Spider! Spider! Speak your mind –

Are you gentle? Are you kind?

Are you, like they say, a fiend?

And who – you or they – have sinned

More and harder? Are you glad

For what you have always had?

Who has made you? Did he smile

To see you to be his child?

Or did he from genome make

What they thought was a mistake

Till your perfect webs you made

And with their perfection played

In the wind and in the rain

And, as insects went insane,

Made them vanish with no trace

In your poisonous embrace?

Cobwebs! Cobwebs! Here you are - 

Be you near, be you far, 

You are hanging everywhere 

In the water in the air 

Taking substances of life 

And from them the truth derive. 

For who made the cobwebs all 

Made them grasp the mind and soul - 

From the world, like from a fly, 

To wring life and suck it dry - 

And then make it food for webs 

Or for others still, perhaps 

Or for passion, or for bliss, 

Hoping for eternal peace. 

Spider! Spider! Take what’s here

eEvery laughter, every tear,

Every truth and every lie

And wring, just like from a fly,

Its quintessence and its juice –

Its intention and its truth –

And then make it live again –

And no longer live in vain,

But go where they’re needed most;

Walking through walls like a ghost,

Reaching minds and reaching hearts –

Just like arrows, just like darts –

Or like bullets as they zoom:

Bring the joy, dispel the gloom

And bring all eternal youth –

Cobwebs, cobwebs made of truth!