Tracing a line
As the blue hills
Pass by in a flash
Of orange sky
And the clouds open up
To the sea below
Shimmering, vast
Dotted with sails
Speeding toward you
As we slowly dance
Circle each other
Touching hands
Brushing cheeks
Beams of light
Across the bridges
Tracing a line
Through pale forests
Where frozen tracks
Make light-winged manoeuvres
And the girl in the reflection
Catches my eyes
Sees something of her future
As the blue hills
Pass by in a flash
Of orange sky
And my heart beats
At your tempo.