There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me.?Once, silence meant lack of sound; Fall came once a year.?I danced, redcheeked, each year's first snow,?Tongue out to taste each flake's welcome sting.?I laughed, distinct from nature's cycles,?A scrap of wonder, floating in a torrent of sorrow I couldn't grasp.?That laugh, mouth open, sums up my past.?I craved fulfillment, too shallow to know?I could never be full again.??Here we are and it's open. I lay her down in the glow (creation's destruction). Replaced the moon and the stars with candles.