Marble is dark, silent, and cold. My roots tenuous anchor hold.
Sing the song of the stars with me. Can you not hear our harmony?
Come with me, in the shadows dance. Stardust and bud, a sweet romance.
How shall I venture there alone? I fear the lure of earth and stone.
I cannot fly to you, my dear. Let tenderness assuage your fear.
My brethren, through the portals wind. Our nebulae in lanterns bind.
My sisters, petals open wide. This night am I to be a bride.
The Word Worker 