Snow in a Planetarium

Foul beast of indignity, 
Release this hold on me, 
Allow my soul to be purified, 
That I may make her less mortified. 
 
A midsummer orb the fairies shake, 
Casting flurries about tapestries that drape the walls 
Around a ballroom of ice in a planetarium of glass, 
Where snow is swirling under the stars. 
Her waltz is a vulnerable ballet 
Plucking the moods from my hand, 
Every bit as fragile as the floor beneath us. 
Lightly I must tread through the dance, 
For even the slightest disturbance 
Can cause a tiny crack, which gains momentum, 
Spreads through the palace we built, 
These porcelain walls, these fixtures of sculpted desires, 
Breaking apart the foundation that binds us. 
Every star mirrors a snowflake that settles 
On the ground where the walls collapse 
After our stormy break from the music. 
The stars dim and the fairies disperse, 
Until we pick up the pieces, re-arrange the floor, 
Reweave the walls- always your favorite puzzle- 
Bending to each other’s will in the architecture of loss, 
Rebuilding it all before these amorous sprites 
Shake us up again in a swoon of passion.