Webs Lyrics

Madeleine Bloom Webs

the spiders of the mind
weaving nets in my head
to catch flies or
glowworms maybe

the snails of time
creep up the walls
leaving sticky traces
all over the place

the webs of dream already abandoned
the threads of day’s web not yet taken

all moments are just
a spiral winding into eternity
the hands of the clock
moving in ever concentric circles

the tissues of night
elegantly may flow
and not bury my dreams
beneath piles of things

the hands of sleep
still on me
i again get lost in
the maze of the mind

the webs of dream already abandoned
the threads of day’s web not yet taken

all moments are just
a spiral winding into eternity
the hands of the clock
moving in ever concentric circles