We are just peasants floundering in the snow
What colour is the wind we do not know
Between rapture and ecstasy
Everything seems like summer to me
And everything seems like fall
It matters more than you will ever see
And it matters nothing at all
My god is beautiful, strong, and naked
I kneel at Her sculpted alter
And worship at Her renaissance feet
And when the music stops and the mirror shatters
She reminds me why beauty matters.
