In A Spider's Web

there is a voice
calling me from
that distant shore...

a voice familiar
as my own....
there is a place

where dreams are born...
and then given form;
where fire is discovered

anew every day!
there is a mountain
that no one has climbed...

a river no man has seen.
there is a cave that
goes on forever....

a path no foot has trod.
there is a flower
that only blooms once...

every million years or so.
a horn no lips have blown;
a song known only by the wind....

that distant shore,
so far, so near.....
a cosmos in a tiny shell....

a rainbow hidden in a feather,
the history of all life
woven in a spider's web!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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