May Your Magic Comfort Me

Spiders crawl on you
On your shoes, and on me
They spin their webs upon piano keys
And so irresistibly, I teem
For you, I could write one thousand symphonies
As I watch you be carried off to sleep by some lonely ghost
I ask myself
"How can I be as happy?"
Starved for language and affection
My spirit is derelict and pines for salvation
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
For although I am a broken person
I can find newness and joy in every day of my life
I am scared of looking my inner child in the eyes and telling them
"I love you and it wasn't your fault"