Poetry With Hart

The Golden Thread of time
Is hidden quietly away
On worn-out library shelves.

The identification of dreams
Is hidden away too
Behind receipts of purchased purpose.

Is it believable to love this world?

Now we can fax our souls
They have area codes
Based on the worth of our life.

How much peace of mind
Can you find within the strife
Within the spirit of a kindred kind?

Is it believable to love this world?

The golden thread of time
Is hidden on worn-out library shelves
Awaiting the day after tomorrow and before today

It is only if you choose
To be twirled and whirled across your existence
But what do we have to lose?

It is our meaning to love this world.