And just so fast,
At just such an angle,
Our planet and its star
Form a cosmic tangle.
And for that, in the world below,
The skies turn gray,
And the snow piles on the ground,
And bare trees glisten in the winter rain.
The wildest chance ensnares
Two bodies in a steady orbit;
Beyond the reach of mortal cares
Strange forces bind them round.
Ice puddles in the snowy ground
Form in tracks of travelers,
Their movements slow
Across a distance,
In the night without a sound.
Your name turns round my mind
But still I cannot find
In the winter sky your star.
Though once we walked together,
No orbit lasts forever:
My door in vain stays open
For boots that wandered far.
