within the slow dance
within the slow dance
feel the movement to and fro
leaves catching the wind
within the slow dance
feel the movement to and fro
leaves catching the wind
listen to the beat
the rhythm of the ocean
drifting on the sand
a tree of blossoms
under a cold springtime sun
don quixote rides
step in a puddle
and let the dancing begin
barefoot in the rain
alone in the dark
waiting on slumber's embrace
the stars are singing
early morning rise
listening to the stars sing
monster dog shuffle
lean silver crescent
hanging in the morning sky
homage to the moon
abruptly awake
a deep rumble overhead
visiting boomers
into the nightside
that most shady of places
reluctantly drawn
the air is not quiet
being still in the darkness
early morning rain