Meet my gaze, don't turn away.
Don't regret your ache, nor run from me.
You're beautiful in your tearglow calm
But no sorrow is worth its misery.
Without these walls a starbright river
Weaves a current for a silver sliver,
And the windsong has but joy to deliver.
I offer no pillar, I offer no end,
For all that comes from deep within.
I offer no reprieve, yet neither idle ear,
But I offer footfalls as companion.
So meet my gaze and an equal be,
For a waltz there is for you and me,
Beneath the magic of a starlight sea.
