Thread Me Beneath a Star

thread me beneath a star

thread me beneath a star

thread me beneath a star

Less than breath, more than scar, I’m thin but I hold the flame.

Your hands in orbit pull me far; the night is a wheel without a name.

Turn me once, then twice, then slow; let the floor keep drifting wide.

I lean into the spinning glow; let the room invent its tide.

Round and round, the air is bending, every thread a tethered song.

Closer still, the world is ending, but it ends where we belong.

Keep me near, unbreak my seams; we’re unraveling like dreams.

Thread me beneath a star.

Fold me into silver skin.

If I fall, I fall like rain.

Hold my breath and pull me in.

Let the night undo the silence, let the stars fall in a row.

Wrap me tighter, sweet defiance; hold until the edges glow.

Thread of gold around my breathing, softer, smaller, folded thin.

Name me quiet, name me leaving; turn the dark and stitch me in.

Round and round, the center calls; the outer noise is falling through.

Lean me into velvet walls; everything is made of you.

Keep me near, unbreak my seams; we’re unraveling like dreams.

Pressure rising, shell is shaking; splintered sky, the dawn is near.

Through the break, the light is taking what was hidden; now appears.

Thread me beneath a star.

Lift me where the dark has flown.

If I fall, I fall like rain.

But I rise in what I’ve grown.

thread me beneath a star

if I fall, I fall like rain

but I never fall the same

Spin me, lift me, tear me wide.

Thread of gold, no place to hide.

Fall like rain, dissolve, restart.

Thread me beneath a star.