The Spindle

Evenfall will cloak the hills in darkness and dreams
Hastily burying us from the eyes of strangers.

Remember the nocturne moments of farewell
(The wind is whispering your name to me on my way)
The days of waiting turned into years
(Your voice is like the singing of a creek in the Spring thaw)

The spondle winding in the night
Entwining the threads of fates
Casting a light to the windows
Inviting all the birds
She moves the spindle wheel
She softly hums a song
She attempts to make time travel faster
Calling a new Spring day.

The snow is melting, removing the shroud from the ground
Like washing out the old traces
Of defeats and victories.

But still, there is gleam in the window
Lighting up the night
(Remember the nightly moments of farewell)
Winding spindles yearn
Tearing threads of life
(The days of waiting turned into years)