Sanguine Dreams

Our lives fit tight and sure and are woven together from the hopes and dreams of sanguine youth.

Numerous tears, and with countless joys tied life’s slender threads together giving it proof.

Proof that despite the pattern that we are destined to weave, despite it all, in love we did succeed.

No matter now the course, and with no thought of glory or fame, we my love has accomplished much in life’s humble game.

So weep no more as we near the end, and take satisfaction in the tapestry that we in life did spin.

Woven so fine with the many treads that came our staggered way; secured for eternity by the
“Master Weaver” which blotted out our imperfections through the cleansing flow of crimsons stain.

So open your eyes and see what we have made, behold the beauty and know the price has been paid.

Evermore are we to love in this golden dream, evermore to gather from beneath sanguine dreams.

For our love has bound these fragile threads and the surety of His grace has given our souls to rest.


© J. Allen Wilson 2007