Strand by Strand

I can recall a summer night, before the warmth began to ebb I saw a big and beautied moth alight upon a spider web It struggled, then, but leaving from silken thread was quite a chore I watched it there, suspended in the waning light above my door "I can sympathize, my friend For I am caught up much the same I can't escape that single night Her smile, her eyes, her smell, her name She laid a strand with her perfume Then overlaid the starry eve Then wove in this her perfect dress And the kiss before she had to leave She laid the trap out by degrees Before we even had our dance I landed on the silken threads And never really had a chance And now I'm to that moment bound And when I look into the sky I'll see that smiling moon unchanged Till she returns, or till I die" I plucked the moth down from the air, and lightly brushed away the string I watched it sail back out into the night before I heard a ring Somehow I knew that it was her even before I took the call But now I wonder; Did I struggle? I don't recollect at all