The Red String of Fate

The sorrow that burdens your heart makes it tremble, a quake whose vibrations even I can feel. It courses through the earth with a magnitude so strong, I feel its tremors rumbling in my chest. It’s unfathomable that something as small as a fist, when broken, opens as wide as a rift in the ocean.

But know that this love you feel is not only pain, as love is what allows me to share it while the earth shifts violently beneath our feet. Know that love is not a heavy iron chain, but a thin thread that can span miles unravelled. With this thread, follow with unwavering steps your aching heart. Only she knows how far away the other end is tied in a safe knot, impervious to any sharp edge.

Beware the whispers of fear in your mind of the trepidation in seeking it out. Bate your breath and only listen for the truth, whispered in a timid secret on a cold bit of wind. The chill that dances over your spine at its carress – that is a truth made only for you. Do you feel it? If yes, don’t turn back lest you be turned to stone. Don’t chase it, or it may run from you.

With your eyes, and with your weary feet, slowly follow that thread of fate. Lay your lies in the dust of what’s dead and desolate. Love, not because it will not hurt you, but because it’s what makes you who you are.

I Believe

More than any other color, I believe in blue

The widest outstretched arms I’ve ever seen above and below the moon

In bright pastel or tempest grey, she always builds a day anew

With hope of sun or fear of pouring rain, my prayers may still come true

If I were to pick a religion, I believe it would be you

You, the watcher who hides away and watches from a brighter view

The invisible smile of a stranger that I picture in my dreams

I ponder on how you’ll never know how much your unseen smile means to me

More than any time, I believe in midnight

The one second on the clock that an erroneous day is blown away

A flitter of hope in a shivering heart beat leaps awake

Ready to make right this fresh new day

Yes, I believe in this the way I believe in virgin snow

That quietly covers our footsteps and holds our secret close

She wistfully shifts around our frozen trails

And slows the time just enough for us to observe the small details

I suppose it’s hard to not believe in God;

Who else can I find to blame the hardships of life on?

Or where do my prayers go after they fall as weary tears?

What idol can I rely on to placate all of my fears?

But no one can reply to all of the questions, all of the demands

They fall back into the frail fingers of my tired hands

So I believe in magic, the magic that makes up time

Who meticulously grooms the sea and the sky

Patiently healing wounds and removing the iron ball and chain

So the hope in my heart can finally fly.