They dance – in a long, slow spiral, a circle-turn-push-spin that goes on and on, revolving, shining, playing in the shadows of their partners, flirting with darkness only to pass back into the light, bathed in radiance; glowing, pulsing.

You never come near enough, the stars whisper, See how we burn for you? But the planets recede into the dark once more, calling, You never let us go; see how we yearn to be free?, and so they dance on, and never touch.