Night is Over

One night, the insomniac in me was fighting with the night so I got up and did some digging on my old college notes. I found this:

NIGHT IS OVER
Odi Pei Gram
#8 Happy Homes, Baguio City
March 1995

There was once a rickety spider

Half of her life she lived in a cocoon

But then she had to come out because

She’s now old enough to build a net of her own

So she ventured out to try her silvery thread

But every morning the dew would ruin her web

And so again, frustrated and lonely

She has to retreat and roll herself on a leaf

“What on earth did I do to deserve such ill-fate?”

She asked herself a hundred times and one.

One day she awakened with a start

There in her web is a young butterfly

It was helpless

Its wings were broken, trying to disentangle itself

The delicate web broke

The spider saw the hopeless fate of the butterfly

Without a second thought, the spider cut her loose

But in doing so, the spider had to suffer watching the fly fall

With only a trace of hope that she’ll find the strength to fly again.

Life for the spider went on, she began by mending her broken web

It was a mess but she knew deep in her heart she could do it

Cuz when the night is over, the sun will smile in the morning

And the dew in her web will dry up and be gone.

But then she wondered, what has become of the butterfly?

Did the wings heal, did she find the will to soar again

Is she now strong enough to venture to new heights?

With everyday that passes by

In the spider’s heart is a prayer

That wherever the butterfly would flutter to

Be it on a flowery little bush or a high tree top

She would look back and see

That the web was never meant to be a trap

But a little wall for this scared, insecure spider.

Now, the spider has totally mended her web

She released all that has been trapped there

All that was left is a dewy, silvery hue

Never will it be trampled; never will it be messed up

Cuz it was built to last for eternity.

(Whatever that means...) lol