~Night Dance~

Night comes again

My favorite time of all

When all is quiet

The serene and blissful

The eerie and chilled

When drowsiness lures us to rest

When we watch silver lace clouds trace

About a coin-like white moon

When shades of black freely wrap

Everything in their embrace

And the pale blue moonlight shines on all

It's quite like a stage

On which I would love to dance

And throughout the slence

Voice nothing at all

But tell of words through only steps

How very lovely it would be

To perform the night dance

Alone on the most beautiful stage of all

Beneath starlight...