“But it is never over;nothing ends until we want it to.Look, in shattered midnights,On black ice under silver trees,We are still dancing, dancing.”
“For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.”
“No man can know his deliverer, nor yet the thief of his soul. Their faces are covered; they swirl in the mob at the masquerade ball. Wine flows, and dance follows dance, and we are never certain of their names until that Midnight when all masks are removed”
“Dance until you shatter yourself.”
“Drink and dance and laugh and lie,Love, the reeling midnight through,For tomorrow we shall die!(But, alas, we never do.)”