Gold threads, wove surely,
Wrap my heart.
Proud clean armor, glowing soft orange,
Against blue skies
Gold threads, strung singly:
Moments of love.
Affection, understanding, tolerance,
And passion.
Crisp, clear passion,
Strong in youth,
Glitters with age.
Gold threads,
Grow in number,
And complexity,
While you still love me.
James K. Richardson