Alone, she dances 'neath a moonless sky
Her hair swirls round her like a chocolate flame
And glowing grin makes diamonds of the rain.
Near roaring fire she can't feel the cold.
The wind's a cheerful chorus for her song –
Retitled now, for she won't use the name.
She knows the trees surrounding her by name
They whisper as she looks up to the sky
Their poetry she weaves into her song
The warmth is slowly fading from her flame
And even as a northern wind grows cold
The girl continues dancing in the rain
She smiles like she doesn't feel the rain
She thinks she hears a phantom call her name
The goosebumps on her arms aren't from the cold.
A face she loved now seems to haunt the sky
Her dancing makes her legs feel like a flame
The memory of her lover twists the song
She hears a haunting echo in her song
Though logic says she's only hearing rain
She half-expects her lover by the flame
Then, (foolish hope!), she calls her lover's name.
You'd almost miss the shining in the sky.
Rain stops, stars gleam. And now it's not so cold.
A touch across her face is brief and cold
A quiet voice is picking up her song
And now the girl is smiling to the sky
Caresses on her back are soft as rain
It's closer now. The voice still sings her name.
A woman's form comes tumbling from the flame.
With arms outstretched, she leaps up to the flame
And into arms no longer ghostly cold.
In disbelief, she stutters out the name
The hoarse reply, to her ears, sounds like song
She swears the wetness son her cheeks is rain…
Her lover beams up at the cloudless sky.
And now the sky could gleam with falling flame.
And now the rain can fall so harsh and cold
Her song is bright; she hums her lover's name.