• The night
    Just get lost in it.
    Go ahead and dance on a midnight cloud,
    Below the ever-watchful moon
    And amongst the diamond dust stars.

    Fashion a gown out of deep blue sky
    And an elegant wrap out of the brilliant stars.
    The moon, the centerpiece of a tiara,
    The constellations as glittering, priceless jewelry
    The scattered pale, whispy clouds as slippers.

    So dance on shimmering mist
    And drift away to sleep again on a plush, white pallor cloud
    Upon the vast, elegant sky among the heavens,
    Deeper than the seven seas themselves,
    Created upon the sole purpose to lose your soul in it.