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Thoughts on the life of a spider

Spider

Lying on my back I watched you
crawl along my ceiling.
I wondered if you saw me,
if you knew what I was feeling.
I watched you search, and find a corner
in which to make your home.
I wondered, if you would understand, why,
I have no wish to roam.
I watched you form the most exquisite
web that I have seen.
And wondered what your life and mine
could ever come to mean.
And as I watched you run and work,
my curious mind was fed.
Until I wondered if my heart
could use your silken thread.
If only as a symbol that hope is relative
to what you have, or have not,
and what you yet may give.
To know that dreams are gossamer,
and life itself so brief.
That love can build a stronger web,
support if there is grief.
And so I watched as you created
beauty for my eye.
And then I wondered how it is
when we all must die.
Leave behind the home we made
of silk, or bricks and stone.
Are you then the same as I,
a spirit and alone ?