Golden Rule

A poem

On still warm nights beneath the starry host, 
Sometimes I think that I can almost see: 
My unfolding tale - a dim golden ghost,
My name in bold on a biography.

My saga all written and now being read.
A tap’stry of color, telling my story,
Each event a stitch and each life a thread.
The Great Weaver spins on for His own glory.

My life a yarn spun with soft shining gold.
I follow its twisting between and through
The lives of loved ones now and ones foretold.
Wait! My strand entangles a thread of blue

Boasting an alarming magnetic pull.
In panic I attempt to disengage,
But find my heart captured under his rule.
In love, twine blue and gold; together age.

We battle the dark, two against the world.
Alas! My lovely dream began to fade.
One sweet moment more around me it swirled,
Until it vanished and me betrayed.

We battle the dark, two against the world.
Alas! My lovely dream began to fade.
One sweet moment more around me it swirled,
Until it vanished and me betrayed.

Though merely a dream I know now it spoke true,
For it whispered to me that I would love you.