by Ann Sepino
With narrowed eyes, I spot the streak of red
That trails above the pillow of my bed.
It's tied around my pinky, on the right.
The other end is somewhere out of sight.
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Instead it rivers 'cross my parlor floor,
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Goes down the stairs and through the entrance door,
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Across the snow that's piled upon the drive,
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five.
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. This thin, red ribbon tying you to me
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. Extends beyond the town, towards the sea;
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. A promise that you might exist somewhere,
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. The other half of fated bond we share.
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. The other half of fated bond we share. Come Christmas Day, my only wish is this:
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. The other half of fated bond we share. For Santa Claus to give the perfect gift.
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. The other half of fated bond we share. Red ribbon prince beneath the mistletoe
The other end is somewhere out of sight. Beyond the shop that closes up by five. The other half of fated bond we share. And love as pure as falling winter snow.
END Thank you for reading! Yes, this was inspired by the Red Thread of Fate myth. Changed it into a ribbon so it matches the Christmas theme. ❄️ Ann Sepino (annsepino.mystrikingly.com)
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