By Chad Hollis
Wrapped in blankets of darkness
warmth generated by internal fires
silhouettes of Autumn’s branches
framed and illuminated by moonglow
You asked me what I saw down time
you asked me what I dreamt
you asked me what I saw in you
did I know what I was doing?
answers needed time to form
in depths unknown
to surface only now
When looking down the strands of time
I see golden threads to dance on
dreams of two sent by those more in control than I
fill my resting hours
In you I see the gift of love
and one who dreams of mastering the game
of life. I see the puppet show and we are just the players
in golden threads held by one who knows
much more than we do
Good-bye is just another word
like love and truth and heaven
And if the Puppet Master writes
the way you described it
we will have no choice but play our parts
with golden threads too dance on
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