Friday's Child

Your dreams are never quite as big

as the reality your mind is creating

the golden space between each strand

fills the void where your universe is expanding

You weave the tapestry of your life

on a loom of purple love

and run your hands over heated dreams

discarding obstinate store-bought gloves

You bask in the glory of the days

where fantasy lives full time

and art is a product not for sale

yet is bought for some pretty golden coin

You are Friday's child both loving and giving

and the silken threads of your life are sewn

by candlelight that illuminates and warms

with the flame of love that you've always known

Claim your happiness and free those around you to claim theirs!
Carolyn R Parsons

Carolyn R Parsons, Author