on one half is the bright earth
the other is infinity

and we are in the edge
this must be the heaven
that beatrice meant

and we feel
weightless
floating
spinning

you and me together
in each other's grasp
orbiting

here we can watch the sunrise
twelve times per hour

here we are not stuck
to some dreary prison
of gravity
and the gravity of life

here we are close to gods

and they will allow
our love

this dance of ours
greater than any wedding waltz

with the music of space
the lullaby of creation

guiding us
to heavenly bliss

the last bliss

in space...