Threads Of Fine Gold Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The light in the morning
Have threads of fine gold
From abysses of yearning
The reality cannot hold

Each thread is in shine
To give you more to make
Comes there line to line
To touch you and to awake

Those aspirations to give
That fallen have from the sky
And you must again relive
Like silver clouds drifting by

To make your own path on earth
In reaching the limitless reach
And show of accomplish worth
That gives you purpose and teach

This light becomes within
If it is made of this:
Sunshine of daybreak’s spin
In threads from its awakening bliss

And giving hope to you
Like rainbow’s pots beyond
To make dreams come true
From its prospect magic wand