It was dark in the night
when Fate took my hand;
The shutters protested
As a wind swept the land.

We skimmed out the door,
Two leaves on the gust;
Blown on by Force,
Abandoned to Trust

Fate asked me then
If I longed to be free -
I stared through the wind -
As she stared through me -

Giving no answer
But blinded by night,
I gave up my wings
To our circling flight;

Gave up my wings
my trembling wrists -
My neat fingers clenched
In trembling fists -

Husks of frail leaves
on the cold autumn breath
Go spinning alone
Against the white rose of Death

But such warmth in the chill!
and so sweet to be blown!
In the palm of a goddess
I spin not alone -