spidery spell

my love is like a spider
who weaves wondrous webs
leaves details unsaid

your gift is like a glider
whose lift fills my sails
until joy prevails

my muse is like a miner
digging deeper beneath
ego’s hardened sheath

your love is a provider
cautiously bargained loot
freshly gardened fruit

my heart is drunk on cider
such necterrific gold
soothes my weary soul

your presence steers me wider
so the world becomes more real
in all we share and feel

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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