Fantastic Future

We've been here before, in the grip of the future
Unwinding our golden thread, again and again
It's the three of us dancing to Whitney in a small town that feels like a city
While bats touch their wings to the sky
And it smarts just to know we're alive
We laugh and we cry.

At home on the water, with the trout and the otter
Doubling back with the tide again and again
Our lines disappear into mystery, laughing "later the rest will be history"
While bats touch their wings to the water and dart quick to the dark of the night
The night is alive

We'll wrap our catch up in words and warm hands
Unfolding winds and the heat on flat lands
"Welcome to earth" we might sing to the sea

Fishing on a golden thread
Wishing you into being
Wishing on a golden thread
Fishing you in being

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