All the stars of earthen sight, Saw the earth and all its eyes, Each in disbelief and awe, As the night smiled in soft surprise. Morning light could not take the smile, They shared for that moments while, Born of the anothers joy, Of a lovely girl, And a distant boy. In the gentle soul of midnight sky, Did he look up and smile, Did she look up and laugh, And she then would smile, At the moon she'd never own, But still she shared, And he laughed the same, As he contently stared. And he knew of love, And hurt and pain, Of the fragile risk, And the worth all the same. She knew enough of love, Of all that it could be, She knew a careful dance, Of steps only she could see, As they lead toward a path, Towards her very heart, That bled for all the world, Its pieces by the part, That made this lovely girl. And it ached, At the sight of the moon, And he felt it too, As the tides turn and swoon, To the shores of subtle discontent, Where the glass of time behind wear on, To the soft shine of times own scar, Of the blood once come, now gone. And still she danced, In the pirouetting petals of the frozen sky, The same that he danced, In the wake of that lovely girls sigh, Stars spun as fireflies should, Whilst they spun as only lovers could, In minds alike they twirled, In two minds alike, A lovely world.