Threads of Gold

Threads of Gold When I am cradled in the arms of Morpheus capricious fantasies roam uncontrolled... And in that whisper, my soul walks with ancient angels For me, their precious wisdom glows like Heaven's pearls; Just then I comprehend the purpose of ambition, As, for one fleeting moment, self-belief unfurls While this mean body gives up rights to all but slumber And I lie unencumbered by a mundane toil, How sweet to dream in shameless marvel of my lover Whose threads of gold around all sentient scruples coil The timeless spell as my heart sings to ancient angels, When with impunity I give reign to my love, Is just before new days are born to curb my freedom And I beg one more fleeting moment from above ...once captive inhibitions fly unfettered, ascending aspirations thread with gold