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(A lone voice whispers)

When you love someone  

  

Did you know you give birth to a magical supernatural golden thread

Which connects you to them like happy newlyweds

The thread may shimmer and shake

It may glow bright and if they leave

Through death or other reasons to make your soul grieve

It just goes thinner for through its acts of magical summation

If you were betrothed the chance to read the tees and cees in the agreement proposition

Hidden all the way down to the last page

Written in the tiniest small print

You'd read a line articulated so eloquently

In a brief sentence that appears so succinct

Stating it will never break

Could that be the incredible justification why you feel perhaps compelled to think of those you might still adore

As if under their spell

Regardless of the intense feelings fluctuating like lovelorn green butterflies

Around love and hate

That connection you once made that was always foretold in the Amber Books of Fate

The Golden Thread

A connection for souls who once laid entwined and in the low hours

Said majestic things which once spoken

Gave birth to an unseen thing which can never be unsaid until the day it withers and dies

As you too lay vulnerable and powerless on your own deathbed

Copyright John Duffy