• Dancing in the starlight,
    Accompanied by the frost faerie orchestra,
    They laugh until the world turns grey.
    In this diluted morning,
    Mockingbirds and nightingales and doves
    Sing the same melody, reading the notes
    Flowing between their fingertips.
    Laughter becomes silent, footsteps start pounding
    A bass drum rhythm through the forest.
    Ice butterflies float through
    The white clouds created by their breaths
    As they run to the frozen river,
    Exchange smiles, entwine hands,
    And jump in.