World of Their Own
The sun shines bright upon the snow
the land a white expanse
The wintry air is brisk, yet still,
the lake frozen and vast
He takes her up in his arms, and
they turn to a music only they can hear
Each sweep, each lift, full of grace
each touch, each carress, full of passion
Her lithe body folds into his
swirling endlessly upon the glassy ice
Each step united, confident
eating up soundless Tchaikovsky triplets
Rising, slowing, to the tempo
sliding to and fro, sweeping high then low
The world is theirs and theirs alone
no man can touch them as they go
The sun shines bright upon the snow
they skate to a music, a world, of their own.