The Thread lyrics

Something is very gently,

invisibly, silently,

pulling at me-a thread

or net of threads

finer than cobweb and as

elastic. I haven't tried

the strenght of it. No barbed hook

pierced and tore me. Was it

not long agothis thread

began to draw me? Or

way back? Was I

born with its knot about my

neck, a birdle? No fear

but a stirring

of wonder makes me

catch my breath when I feel

the tug of it when I thought

it had loosened itself and gone.