Red Threads

There's a part of you

That no one else can see but me

A wispy, willowy sort of being 

Floating here and there 

Always seeking, searching

For a place to call home

A forgotten part of you

Cut away from the whole

Lost and all alone

But then one curious day

Your Spirit fell into my orbit

I woke up from a happy dream

Where Spirit filled me with love

But much to my dismay

I found myself now in a tangled mess

Red strings surrounded me

Threatening to become a noose on my neck

As I slowly untangled myself

As I moved to get myself loose

I found the red thread 

Was firmly attached to me

No matter the amount of cutting of cords

That one pesky red thread remained

Anchored into my heart

Like the roots of a tree

I tried and tried to free myself

Until I became positively bleu

At one point I stopped fighting

I laid there in a puddle of my own tears

The only one I wanted to be near

Is a formless, ghostly sort of being

Spirit is who I'm having a tender love affair with

A love blooming in my heart so dear

And what am I to do, because

That Spirit is also part of you

They say acceptance is key

And giving into the flow

But this River has been raging white rapids

There's danger of death by undertow

So if there is a second key

Like wearing a safety vest

Maybe you could help me out a little

So I can keep my head above the water 

While I accept this current situation

Until we make it to each other in the end

The River I'm in leads to the ocean

I'll be there with my head bobbing

I will wave a ball of red thread

So you know its me

And we can start our happily after

Where you say you lava me

And I say I lava you, too

Oktobre Taylor

Written June 5, 2022

I feel like I want to write, type as though you were sitting across from me and we were in conversation, but it's just not the same. I'm so tired of wishing for something solid, something real. When does the wish finally come true?

If I had my way, you would be in a body sharing space next to me. Instead you are still just in my dreams, so what am I to do?

My door is open. When you get here, come inside and make yourself at home. Careful not to hit your head in the wind chimes. Wrap your arms around me in a lingering, warm embrace. We'll laugh about all the times we didn't think we would make it through to this point of finally being together.

Maybe a bunny and a bear will finally get to sit quietly in front of a fire under a starlit sky. And when the coals all burn away and the birds start their morning songs, bunny will snuggle into bear and be ever so grateful for his existence.

I love you.