The Spider

I see the lonely
Living in a world of disconnect
Swipe left, swipe right
Whatever they see
Holding on to that hope
Of a miracle
In the lottery of life

I hear
Oh, I like you
You are just so different
From the other lost ones

I see
You write poetry?
To shape your feelings
With eloquent words
And to weave your dreams
On your magic loom

I watch
As you cast your poems
Across the world
Catching the hearts
Of those seeking hope
In a world of evils

I know
You care
With your soft words
Speaking of your dreams

Can we meet
My little fly
Anywhere will do
But my parlour awaits
A place of inspiration
Lined with the classics
And erudite conversations
With the poets who capture their dreams
And weave their magic like you
My little fly