Dancing past the daylight
And over the skyline
Dancing beyond the sights and sounds of the day
To the fullness of black

Perhaps we will live here
Under the shroud of night
Forsaking the shine of bright things
And the comings and goings of people on their way

It may be a hearing 
Rather than a seeing
A call to walk into the darkened mist
A call to the rhythm of the spheres 

Let us travel together at dusk
As our bodies sway to the melody
There are no steps
Our feet know the way