Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light? To chase a feather in the wind.Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight. There moves a thread that has no end. For many hours and days that passes ever soon. The tides have caused the flame to dim. At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom. Is this to end or just begin? All of my love, all of my love. All of my love to you, now.The cup is raised; the toast is made yet again. One voice is clear above the din. Proud arianne, one word, my will to sustain. For me, the cloth once more to spin. Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time. His is the force that lies within. Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find. He is a feather in the wind.