| Golden Threads ~ To what height do we climb When love calls, Tiptoeing damp morning grass Shyly skirting a fall Seeking shadows in daylight Arrested as twilight calls… where dreams are spun Seeking silver needles ….golden threads hint of fear tread carefully dreamer once given, tis’ done a resonate voice pulling me in here now undone… where dreams begin voice yet un-sung song to be written resonating hearts gazing into one another kneeling in solace before another’s heart the ultimate treasure spilled before me fear of falling swept aside to find you in actuality. |
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