Threads

With thin threads of possibility
we dream of seas of affection.
With spectrum's of beautiful emotion
Like lovely pleasing fine filigree.

Let others judgment wash away
and hatred stay at bay
and cruel intentions wither
in weak souls of darkness
jealous, lost and bitter,
where they are blind
to their own decay
with arrogance inclined.

The persecution that
intends to break us
still continues what
makes us strong.

In dreams of tomorrow
no sorrow or turmoil permeates
the bliss and blessing shared and
the perseverance of faith and light
that bind us together unimpaired.

This is dedicated to R~