Spiral

Sunlight glints on frosted branches;
frigid fields hindering life's chances,
callous glances of possible romances,
no more dances, no more watching.
No one's watching, no one's watching.
Dance, dance. Spiral
into chaos, into moonlight,
into harmony.
Life's dramatic irony
stands tall as we all take
comfort in its shadow.
All but those who dare to
burn, dare to learn for what
they yearn, then a return. Spin to
the centre, reach out to the tips,
slender, inviting, return to the hips.
Return, return. Burn.
You're so warm.