Watch, then, you secret dancers,
Who, being so obscured by mist and fog
Are naught but pin-pricks in obsidian sky.
Each step delicately lumbering;
Stars all aflame tread lightly about pirouetting rock.
As above; so below
Let joy dance with love twixt fire and snow.
(this needs lengthening but will do for the moment.)
Posted on Wednesday December 29th
