By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 21 December 1999

web

A sky of iron cotton weighs down heaven,
Sodden and cold,
hanging from stars with the same delicate thread,
Invisible and seemingly absent,
that hold together the fate of lovers.
I guess that makes Time a Great Spider
Spinning and tying with out thought, 
No consideration for those who really want to be linked
Making a shimmery masterpiece of intricate design
the web of life.