On a floor of fresh snow, We dance a stately waltz. As the trees look on in silence.   If we can listen past the thunder of our hearts, We might hear the stars sing in silver tones. Giving time to our dance.   The moon gilds our forms, Made stark by the cold ice of our ballroom. Our souls cleansed in its light.   And in this dance,  We are one and the same. And I give you my heart for yours.   And still the stars sing. St...

Standing astride the roof of the world, I stare at the vacant blue bowl of the sky. Marred by spare clouds like pillow stuffing. And as they dance across the somber sky, I wonder if you see what I see.   Half a world away, What do you see in the sky? Does the sun hang like a bronze coin? Distant and warm? Or is it a god's first? Pressing down mercilessly?   And when the sun is gone, What can your eyes see? Do the stars ha...