Golden Thread

Encrypted in this silent frozen tongue

I find no words to measure this moment

as it recedes beyond the edge of my time's view

nor comprehend how this fabric shall now be woven

without that golden thread so finely loved and spun

and in this humble heartfelt observation I reflect

down into this shimmering well so deeply flung

that I'm unable to hear my echo back

sweetly answering to me in the night

and my heart does cry for you dearly

beyond the reach of my loving arms

that sleep at night and arise at dawn

still here wishing you had not gone

wishing I could follow further

feeling that warm embrace

dancing again on the rainbows

that floated in your grace

but I know this heart runs deep

and in its ever flowing love must be

the brilliant sunrise that was once mine to see

now has blossomed into a larger day in warmer tones

and somewhere else you touch as sweetly as you did me

and though upon this frame you weave no more

not in the way you once wove before

the love you brought is here to stay

and it will blossom every day

for in my heart you are

at the center of this moment

when I bow my head in silence

and feel your essence living in me

and every soul you have and will touch