The Golden Fields of the Beloved

A short poem

The golden fields glistening and shining are beckoning,
The great sun, source of all life and light is reddening.
Life ephemeral, beautiful like the beloved face of love,
Gliding through the sky like an ethereal white dove.

In the golden fields she stands with her smile of delight,
Our eyes teary of joy and sadness, our faces so bright.
Like a fragile and delicate flower, life blooms and decays,
The great river of life, meandering and making its ways.

The flowing of her hair in the wind, like flowing streams,
Life she comes, spins and creates for us so many dreams.
Her dance of eternal recurrence, a great cosmic dance,
Nothing she weaves, truly happens merely by chance.

Great cosmic weaver in the blessed fields of gold,
Flexible like a mere babe, yet also so wise and old.
Those long gone, and those yet born are in her womb,
In her eternal wisdom, she guides all of life to bloom.