In corners dark where dust may creep, A silken net where insects leap, A whisper's thread, In shadows spread, A home where tiny spiders sleep.

I Live on your face, all over your bod. On mammals and critters, Not fish nor cod. I Sway and swoosh, Yet not of a bird. You smell and see, and perhaps even heard?

I stand alone yet never lone, Surrounded full yet on my own. A dot upon the boundless blue, Or key that floats in chains anew.

The sea gets higher and lower, both north and south. Whatever you do, don't put these in your mouth!

My symbol is a winged dove People pray for me with love Tolstoy's story paired me with my opposite To achieve me doesn't happen overnight.