When you dance for me,
And I for you,
We pirouette around the facts,
Pas de deux with a dream,
Rhythm held as if ‘twere always so,
And sometimes – a beat, a pause….
A fragile moment of possibilities,
The glancing blow of two hearts rebounding,
Shocked, yet excited by the power.
Then once more we rotate,
Reigned in,
And stop.
Surprised by the time.

Now know I, Parting is such sweet sorrow
No more, twixt moon and stars, that face to behold,
Goodnight, Goodnight, til it be morrow,
Fair smile that banisheed dark and cold,
Soft words no longer shall indulge my laboured mind
Nor calm this heart of captive bird,
Away with thy witchcraft, my soul to unbind
Much worse, it be done, nay utter a word
Mind must such fancies ****** ‘neath night skies
And yet; No more can I your ghost depose,
Than with mine own hand, pluck out mine eyes,
And by such act, forget a rose
No longer graced with thee to stroll,
But return to toil, my penance, my toll.

Nightlight is waiting, deadly quiet,
Waiting for you to see,
Nightlight is heavy, rich, aromatic,
And pulling you closer to me.

Bright points scattered on velvet sky,
Each one a burning star,
We see the same lights, you and I,
Whether we’re near or we’re far.

We’ll share Cassiopeia,
As she follows her path round,
Never getting closer, but never farther,
Round and round, in silent sound.