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
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