The lacy white of this place
Can not his vision relinquish
Everywhere I do so see his face
And in that whiteness not distinguish
One day from the rest...one moment's pause
They all tumble together down that vale
And rush headlong away from the tender cause
Yet I am left weak, nae hearty or hale.....
Broken into chipped pieces of cold ice
Strewn about the ravaged lake of my heart.
Twas in loving him deeply was my only vice
And in that loving, unreturned...he'd depart.
Why then do I see him, at every turn?
Why do my eyes grasp the visions chance
To see him?...Can I not now unlearn
The loving? That there is no last dance?
Try as I might, there his eyes, I behold
And feel his arms encompass my soul
Yet that story has been written, Told.
The iceberg white's abyss is black as coal.
Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997
