There was a time before we met,
When moments existed
Then like butterflies in the wind
Our wings set the molecules in motion.
Strangers dancing around each other,
Aching for what the other could give,
Fearful for what would be taken.
A thin line drew us together,
Like a spider spinning her web
In the dark corner hoping to
Trap the juiciest fly, chew, swallow,
Digest, excrete and begin again.
Sucking the juice from one another
We wove dreams into illusion,
Till the web broke and neither had the
Will to mend.
Now I design a solitary mandala,
A place for me to sit
In the centre.
You, my ancient love,
Are still spinning lines to trap,
And finding you have only caught
Yourself begin again.
But the design is losing its integrity
And I am too far away to care.
Copyright 2004 by Helen Eden.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.