Dancing in the forest glen,
Catching fireflies,
Not concerned with might-have-beens,
Singing lullabies,
Golden moonbeams off her hair,
Laughter forged with smiles,
Known such muse, once unaware,
Holds me for awhile ...
Silk on ivory, gently spun,
Flows with summer's breeze,
Spider's web-- Why left undone
Swaying from the trees?
Is it that your first love, Dear,
Be to your heart's romance
And that is why, bewildered here,
I'm lost in happenstance?
Oh, yes, to me, it's very clear,
I've caught your spider's trance.