Dance of Horizon’s Thread

I’ve been soaring on Horizon’s Thread, heart untied,
each step a spark where shadows collide.
The skies unravel, a radiant weave,
dreams etched in fire, bold to believe.

Oh Horizon’s Thread, guide my flight,
past molten clouds and fractured light.
I’m laughing, spinning where the edges fray,
a wanderer caught in night’s ballet.

Through echoes stitched in the song of skies,
a melody blooms as daylight dies.
In gilded winds, through a fragile seam,
I’m chasing the shimmer of an untold dream.

Oh Horizon’s Thread, weave me tight,
bind my soul through the pull of night.
I’m rising, trembling in this vast, raw hue,
a traveler reshaped with each view anew.

Beneath the stars, I feel their ache,
a pull that trembles but does not break.
Through Horizon’s Thread, I leap, I fall,
grasping the void, yet cradled by it all.

Oh Horizon’s Thread, hold me fast,
stitch my journey to the truths I’ve cast.
I’m singing, soaring, through shifting streams,
woven in starlight, undone by dreams.

Under skies that blaze, where longing takes wing,
I found my voice in the ache they sing.
Horizon’s Thread pulls where I’ve never tread—
a path unbound, where hope is wed.