Little Spider in my head
Be so kind and weave a net
For a glimpse or even more
Of the one that I adore

Catch a picture of her smile
When she's happy for a while
Stroke it gently, hold it fast
When the moment self has passed

Weave a house for it to stay
Silken, strong and silv'ry grey
Be the warden of this token
Never let its peace be broken

And when I am lost and lonely,
Drown in fear or sorrows only
Set the image free, so then
I can learn to smile again


The idea for this poem came to me at 8 o' clock in the morning and I was thinking of it while I was taking a shower and having breakfast all the time. I think it will be one of the rare poems i'll still like when I read it again in a few days ;-)