Spun upon my finger small
Chanced by fate’s design
Finger-hook
to the cheek
Gently, gently tugging along
Oh, curse you, red thread of fate
For evacuating my apartment
Dragging me into winter’s hymn
Sacrificing my marrows
to Mother’s song
How she catches my eye again
That delicate soul
with her glissade and spin. Dancing
on snow-touched lakebed.
A dwelling for the child in her soul
so sweet and I
can only fawn.
Calling me out here, hm, red thread of fate?
With what to say?
I fret to stay and linger
Tear you from me
If only I could
and not let my heart flutter ‘til dawn
Moonlight blessing touch this heart
Give this thumb-twiddling man
Words to weave
in spite of himself. With
confidence tempered, nice and strong
Red thread of fate, I am so afraid
But already she has seen me
there is no retreat.
I join her on lonely white sea
She takes my hand
a gesture sudden and unexpected
but hardly upsetting
We begin our own ballad
to which we slowly ascend
I voice my heart like a trumpeter swan
Spun upon my finger small
That red thread of fate holds tight
Welcomed to wrap my heart
And gently, gently tug along
Dark Blue Owls 