She is spinning a web in the universe with stars at her feet Pulling Cupid's bow and letting the arrows land where fate allows She is spinning a web like a spider across the night, letting the moon pull the strands across the sky like the tide. Silver strands that sparkle like Christmas tinsel and make her giggle at the beauty of it all. She follows his soul like a butterfly; chaotic and delicate... instictual and methodical. Forests of greens and waters of blue carry the weight of the world for her and she paints canvas dandelions and pinwheel lillies to lay at his feet when he wakes...

08/28/2014