Do I confess
To the night

Love so cold
I looked for
Warmth in you

Whisper to the stars
Of this life

From
Despair
Renewed

Playing
Under the cloak
Of daylight

I sank one day
Deep into
A tree
Becoming
One with
The nurtured
Roots
I wished to be

Into gently placed
Granite eyes
I waited for my heart to beat
But got nothing back in surprise

I lay here in my own arms
Cradled by an absence
Petrified in obsidian

And
there it crawled across my eyes
eight legs and all
I still couldn’t see why
It dare to make this climb
yet there it burrowed
In the back of my mind
catching your lies like flies  
I’ve never been more
fond of the web