Love is this: that two solitudes border, protect, and salute one another.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
We are the stars which sing,
We sing with your light;
We are the birds of fire,
We fly across the heavens,
Our light is a star which sings.
We sing with your light;
We are the birds of fire,
We fly across the heavens,
Our light is a star which sings.