By Erynne           Jjavajive@Aol
Date: 19 March 1997

Secret Keepers

On an air of aquamarine love,

I tumble down, down, down,

Into your web.

I am all tangled up in your web

Or am I tangled up in you?

There never seems a right time

To untangle myself, to tell you

All I need to say before I can be set free.

So, I will bury my secrets of spider-love

In the moonlight when white moths 

Are my only witnesses.

The white moths only fly at night;

They never feel sunshine or see rainbows.

Sad, little, white moths...

You'll keep my secret.