dances me madly backwards through the mirror of your eyes. born to walk through fire, your footprints linger high on the mountain ledge, the drop exhilarating and final. dance me outside into van Gogh's "starry night" lay my head gently on the leaves of tomorrow. memories slipping, fading into the hurricane of what once was. i feel your breathing and your heart beating faster. in a whisper love is gone.