Spun Gold

Our lives are lived as sequences of moments
They string themselves together to entwine us
For memory spins golden lives from moments
And everything that’s passed will weave around us
Dear friend embroider love into the moments
The tapestry illuminates the journey
Departure or arrival simply moments
I leave you silken gold to sew my memory


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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