fortune sees the working bees

as masses of gold spinners,

hoarding reams of honey, making light while young beginners

learn from watching pollen socking,

magic turns dust-seed

miniscule and fractional

components golden sweet,

fortune sees the working breed

of masses as life givers,

boarding youngsters, lucky-loved to learn,

they're life-beginners,

trials dodge the grown ones, can sock pride to dust that breathes

miniscule but fractional when compared to life's sweet

golden color, 

while life's wonder takes us through the bridge,

weaving gold from love despite what we sometimes can't give,

and it will be there, always, the gold light that is the fuel,

that is the love, that is the might, that is the golden rule....

fortune breaths her light in me, God help this old beginner,

to weave from life a sweet that's ripe,

not unlike

your gold spinners

Copyright 2008 Rose Loya