Spider Vain

Like a delicate spider, up high on her web
Highly attuned to the world's flow and it's ebb
Every word is so fluid, so graceful and free
For a few moments each night, my worries all flee
I sit and I read, and I think and I ponder
As she flares her cloak of truth she wears on her
If only she knew, perhaps even cared
Then maybe I could stop running scared
But I've braced myself for the conflagration
For tonight her prey...is my imagination