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.
Afterworlds (ed. 1987)
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.
Afterworlds (ed. 1987)