i wove webs tonight

tonight i wove webs.

shining, silky ones.

there was a dew hanging from them.

the memory of the night was

etched in them and could not

be erased like a child's handprint

in plaster to remind us of their

everlasting innocence.

i wove through lights of cars that

looked like stars and i was

going warp speed.

i wove an intricate and complex pattern

in the baskets.

the impeccable designs

told of love and hate

peace and war,

good and evil,

beauty and disgust,

but mostly love.

mostly love.

i wove webs tonight.

the kind that could catch you

hold you

cling to you

embrace you

and want to do so forever.

now, if only you would fly by...