Labor of Love

Ride with me into the midnight sun in Sweden,
explore with me the southern hemisphere,
chase winter with me over our secret snowglobe
and in our mingled hearts have no fear.

Because I've tasted you on my fingertips,
and felt you in the rainstorm,
And when we danced on that savage moutain,
It was your eyes and your lips that kept me warm.

Tonight is so cold,
the stars shiver in their glow
and the golden leaves hang like frozen chandeliers,
and far up the path, you breathe smoke
through smiling lips,
because you feel small
on blue glacier.

But the edge, beneath your boots, is dripping,
and noticing this,
the glass from my eyes
starts trickling warm,
and my hopes, once so cold,
so stone cold and solid and safe,
are melting, and the earth is turning,
and the glacier, the glacier is burning!

Your presence is fading.

Come with me! We can run, chase the snow line,
back to that savage mountain, back to that golden midnight dew,
Back to Alaska, back to Sweden, back to winter,
back to the snow.

I suck at my fingers, I lick my palm,
but your salt, your song is gone.

I fall to knees beneath the rainstorm.
The heavy rain swallows whole my tears.
The deep mud swallows up my legs whole.

And my warm tears,
they devour the last flakes of snow.