Once I was in a spider web,
a vortex of light and color,
turning, it sparkled,
rays from some where within.
And it kept turning in my mind,
the colors vibrant, everlasting
for days and days
No water droplets illuminated it,
the sun low in the sky,
uninterested to give up its pleasure.
So real, and only lasting for a moment
Like all things that come and go.