Suddenly I find myself pulling a thread
Suddenly I find myself trying to bring life
barely a tense thread, towards life.
Suddenly the world that has been spinning so fast
hold its breath
with astonishing look at your achievement.
So I find
between my fingers the thin silk of the future
warping around was necessary
and the time stopped, suspended in a vacuum
filled with anxiety.
So we are suddenly holding the imperceptible line subtly
between everything and nothing (you and me)
in a still world that awaits the outcome
I would like to sing a happy song
to bring you a smile
but I have only a thin thread of time between my fingers
a fainted light
an orange sunset.