Pursuit of a thread..

It was within the strength of a step
The laying of its laid tread
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread.

That we did head in the pursuit of a thread
Upon the blanket of a night and it's endless sight
Without a care of its toll upon our soul
Nor caring for the absence of light
Just the actions that felt right.

That by the course in which we did head
Led by the the leading of our thread
That we did find the presence of our mind
In the blanket of night, our fanciful flight from our endless fight
That we did step upon the thread of an ageless aged old song
Which reft our life of many wronged wrongs.

Giving birth to a breath that breathed a breath of exceeding breadth
And that, that breath of breadth did wrap itself around our thread
In an unexpected, unintended yet, undeniable tread
To grapple our minds and our likened kinds with the call of the thread.

A calling song called to every word found
That our bleeding hearts had bound to every heard sound
That the tread of our thread should be found to be bound
Upon a blanket of night and its endless sight.

To a directed direction of untold perfection
And the gift of a light to aid our plight
To illuminate and make light
The weight of our endless night.

To make night of all those countless fan fared fires we've bared
To make light of all those desires we’ve shared
To make right of all the untold treads of steps we’ve laid
To make flight from the breath of our song and write, from the pursuit of a thread.