Illumined Tapestry

Circled light from angels' faces dawning traces the darkening way all feet must tread, reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets. Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloom, resplendent pools shimmering luminous enchantment, mirroring tear washed memories of distant pasts. Buried beneath regret-slick brick roadways, specters gather round glowing gas lamps-- modern street lights' ancestral flames-- ghost lovers lingering in shining orbed dreams, remembering . . . trembling vaporous fingers tracing love across softly illumined faces. So linked in melancholic splendor, lovers old and new, ply life's sacred needle, stitching the golden tapestry. Copyright, October 1, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson