The Water Strider
The Water Strider Another life was that of the water strider whistling through loud and fuzzy fronds whipping in the clouds buzzing from our sun on a day without time the common goal is the identical soul They skip and twirl across their stage, as ballerinas of the liquid page; inside me, far away, the night sky, I saw tears of those spiders blink. Of solemn, quiet, soft moons' dreams, I would see the point of love, forever; Above brave fish, relive conscious, brief as letters, opening the closing. With steam rising between their strong legs' sliding. For eternal fighters, with jets of water, campfires splash higher. They saw everything I've seen in my dreams, but brighter. The writer's error, his insect survivors. In another life I was... The Water Strider