Threads of Grey and Gold — Meditation

Meditation I sail through the realms of the long ago, Wafted by fancy and visions frail, On the river Time with its gentle flow, In a silver boat with a golden sail.

My dreams, in the silence are hurrying by On the brooklet of Thought where I let them flow, And the "lilies nod to the sound of the stream" As I sail through the realms of the long ago.

On the shores of life's deep-flowing stream Are my countless sorrows and heartaches, too, And the hills of hope are but dimly seen, Far in the distance, near heaven's blue.