I Have Spun Tapestries of Golden Words

I Have Spun Tapestries Of Golden Words I have walked paths from dawn's glowing birth across oceans spanning earth's massive girth, from mountains scratching on high, heavenly skies to mysterious realms others oft deny. A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space. Eagerly seeking her vanishing face. I have spun tapestries of golden words sang ditties with most beautiful songbirds, swam in wondrous lakes with waters crystal clear all with impunity, without any fear. A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space. Eagerly seeking her vanishing face. I have prayed under giant black-oak trees sincere solemn prayers upon bend'ed knees, as a lost lover once blinded by my greed sacrificing all, for this love to feed. A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space. Eagerly seeking her vanishing face. I have seen sights breathtaking to behold heard dark ancient tales so wildly told, with crestfallen despair, wrote life is not fair begging for forgiveness, for love to share. A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space. Eagerly seeking her vanishing face. Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2019 Romanticism