Friday's Child

Friday's Child

Your dreams are never quite as big
as the reality your mind is creating
the golden space between each strand
fills the void where your universe is expanding

You weave the tapestry of your life
on a loom of purple love
and run your hands over heated dreams
discarding obstinate store-bought gloves

You bask in the glory of the days
where fantasy lives full time
and art is a product not for sale
yet is bought for some pretty golden coin

You are Friday's child both loving and giving
and the silken threads of your life are sewn
by candlelight that illuminates and warms
with the flame of love that you've always known

  Claim your happiness and free those around you to claim theirs!
Carolyn  R  Parsons