I dance upon the edge of a cliff, the endless ocean of clouds shift around my mountain.
My silhouette prances upon the snow behind me, like ribbon in the wind.
My dance is one of sorrow and doubt.
Would you save me from the edge?
I know you could.
I dance upon a tightrope, with no support or net.
What would happen, were I to fall?
Would you catch me from a horrid death?
I dance under a moonlit sky, the lake is calm and peaceful.
Will you join my dance?
It is finally one of love and joy.
Will you take my hand to waltz?
We could make our own song to fill the void of silence.
Finally, we dance as one upon the stars, music fills the air.
Our smiles are genuine, because we both holding the one for whom we care.