A soft word frozen in her snowblue eyes
Sounds which linger in the winter sky
None but silence at the heart of Time
Lips that kiss must learn to lie.
'At the still point, there the dance is …'
'At the still point, there the dance is …'
A soft word frozen in her snowblue eyes
Sounds which linger in the winter sky
None but silence at the heart of Time
Lips that kiss must learn to lie.
Library of Mirrors 