Ever so gently, it prowls in
At first as smoke, then as fire
Then once more as smoke again
It blinds the eyes
With patent desire
Though served in sweet lips sting;
As it squirms like a spider
Over dark and cold sea tides;
To glide amid the stormy ocean
In hopes to land on a sailing ling;
For it can tie its limbs like a ring
Onto the floating wriggling fin
And as sunlight jabbed like hail
Bringing the spider’s eyes to cries
And by the shore on which it lays
Led it to admire the bluest skies

Poetry by Farah A.Y