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The Endless Knot by Lelia Thomas

Come to bed, my heart, my soul,
Close your eyes to coldest midnight.
The hour strikes, the bell shall toll
Against the thunder and rain.

Between us lie these thickest chords,
So finely tuned as fiddle strings,
And between us is a friendly ford
For which either may peacefully cross.

In times of old, these chords did knot,
And to kith and kin they meant much—
More than trade or money could have bought.
These heart ties are endlessly building.

On these thunder-ridden nights,
I do pledge myself to you in full delight—
Knowing not, nor caring, for what
The morrow shall bring our way.

Entwine your fingers with mine
As our souls have long since lain
In our Creator’s knowing design
Bound and entwined evermore.

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A 2004 piece that is partly about love, partly about reincarnation and legends.