The Dancer's Trembling Heart Must Bring Everything

The Dancer's Trembling Heart Must Bring Everything Into Harmony, From The Tips Of Her Shoes To The Flutter Of Her Eyelashes, From The Ruffles Of Her Dress To The Incessant Play Of Her Fingers.

I've Often Lost Myself, In Order To Find The Burn That Keeps Everything Awake

I Sing Your Restless Longing For The Statue, Your Fear Of The Feelings That Await You In The Street. I Sing The Small Sea Siren Who Sings To You, Riding Her Bicycle Of Corals And Conches. But Above All I Sing A Common Thought That Joins Us In The Dark And Golden Hours. The Light That Blinds Our Eyes Is Not Art. Rather It Is Love, Friendship, Crossed Swords.

Oh Honey, There's Nothing New On This Earth When It Comes To What Men And Women Do In The Dark. First Love Is When You Learn. So You've Learned That Love Can Open You Up Like Spring Sun On A Wee Primrose. Good. Remember That. You Know How To Love.

In Our Eyes The Roads Are Endless. Two Are Crossroads Of The Shadow.