anamchara

           Spin for me again your spell
    Only let it be of spider’s silk this time
                       Strong but soft
                        
                            Beautiful
                         
                             Endless

     Let it encompass my many wounds
                       In its embrace
                     But never strain
           And yield to my many faces
                      As to the wind
                     But never break
                   And let it hold me
                       
                           Hold me

                           Hold me

                  Always, but always
                            Lightly 
                          Knowing 
                      Wherever I go
                        I carry you
                          With me

                           Always