By Calypso Date: 5 January 2000
Her words wax and wane, On vicious moon. Her verse pulled from, Torn from, another time soon. A promise she makes, No not like before, no, By snow-drifted, moonlifted, Mountain-side, so, She plays with snowflakes, Imagines they cut into skin, Gazing at endless sky, Its the only place she's ever been. Her promises to him broken - In seven seconds.