Dance Of Eternal Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

Seesawing aerial-dancing,
Skating gracefully on snow and ice
dancing like cranes, my love and I,
weightless in the snowy air
above the Arctic, Siberian wastes.

We are red-crowned cranes,
who rise and fall in countenance.
Some sense of all our majesty,
Beauty, and longevity, brood within us.
As I take leave of all my senses.

I dream of immortality with you.
I dream we are guided on our flight paths.
I dream my soul takes wing with you.
Carried off by an immortal guide;
two-hearts-beating a one.