Golden, Golden, Gone

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Golden splendour crowns him King,

Overlord of his domain;

Golden is his golden ring,

Golden as his golden reign.

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Invincible his golden throne,

Iron is his sceptred fist;

After winds of change have blown,

Golden days are gone like mist.

 

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Even Trouble

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Nothing lasts forever. Even

trouble has a shelf-life; smiling

won’t fix anything, but it

will sure make your world

a sunnier place to live in…

Knowing and Believing

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Dates and calendars herald Spring’s approach.

She knows it will come –

she believes in the Oracle

who promised Winter’s demise.

But knowing

and believing

leave her cold today,

in the shivering places

where soul must hang in the tense balance

between what is and what will be.

Reality is,

while her rescue is certain,

her ‘now’ is cold,

her present wrapped up in ice.

She must find a way

to keep her hope warm

until she can sing

Winter’s dirge…