"THE JOY OF MAN'S DESIRE"
A Wander in the Clouds
They danced and danced as none had ever danced before,
Through valley rift
O'er snowtop mount and on until
There should have been
No further steps to take.
Yet still their jubilation bore them on
And now, across a blue blood sky they spin
A couplet, creaking at the seams,
Caress the air with lip gloss dreams;
Make powder puffèd pirouettes
As dancer dive they, sweeping on with no regret.
A jig, a waltz, a tango turned
Upon a whim, a wisp then burned
Into a stellar pinnacle,
Weave art on art to such degree
They dance into eternity.