Spider sold a fortune in pearls one day,
\nWhile cast in the light of the morning sun,
\nWent skipping down the old town’s side streets,
\nChecking on the progress of last evening’s rain,
\nThose splashes in its passing made quite an impression,
\nOn all those someones whose grief claimed a boon,
\nMaking some few unable to speak their mind,
\nWaiting for the sudden shock of recognition,
\nFrom one of equal thought and past experience,
\nLiving within one’s self in relative seclusion,
\nAnticipating some shadowed chance realisation,
\nThrew open the shutters and stood staring,
\nGlimpsing nothing so spectacular as absent passers by,
\nStill therein did something fascinating often rest,
\nSeldom disclosed to any simple exercise of reason,
\nAll the things of passion brought quickly to life,
\nOut from among a more passive multitude,
\nHeld in disbelief and no small measure of possession,
\nTurned back to pace the house’s many rooms,
\nWhile weaving one more web of thoughtfulness,
\nInto a crystal etched mirror of redirection,
\nRemembering a history of fleeting anticipation,
\nLost within a framework of insistent uncertainties,
\nA younger soul stands balanced on the edge of maturity,
\nCaught between abandon and manoeuvred direction,
\nEvery whisper an example of life’s unique passage,
\nHolding an urgent appeal for singular attention,
\nIn quick succession of years lived unquestioned,
\nScattered images of innocence lie neatly buried,
\nTrapped by faith in a world of impressions,
\nWaiting for chance to inspire recollection,
\nFled up the stairs to pass the night under cover,
\nAmong all those disjointed dreams of resurgence,
\nWoke to discover such thoughts unforgotten,
\nThrough connected moments of simple discovery,
\nStrolled out of doors with old secrets in hand,
\nAs the moon paid its final respects to the night,
\nMoved by the strains of a chorus foreshadowed,
\nSpider put each of life’s fragments in place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Spider sold a fortune in pearls one day, While cast in the light of the morning sun, Went skipping down the old town’s side streets, Checking on the progress of last evening’s rain, Those splashes in its passing made quite an impression, On all those someones whose grief claimed a boon, Making some few unable …<\/p>\n