An open window breathes the air,
as moonbeams shine their light,
A stillness never heard before,
plays soft and drowns the night.
Shadows move amongst the walls,
in darkness there is light.
Reflecting forms I cannot see,
strange beings haunt my sight.
The window sill with painted rust
the spider with its prey,
Listen, can you hear the sound?
Its Web begins to play.
Copyright/Tanasra
Monday, 2 February 2009
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