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I've seen the consequences of your waltz

The petals upset from the settling of a heart
Cascading into amber
Blended with honeyed gold
Bent and put to earth with fire's stillness
Polished unto the very heavens
and put to paper

I know what you look like when you dance
because I know what you dance like when you write
I trace your footsteps through the ashes
Stumbling through the dust
and spinning in the light

For Oenone