the night

the lights were low and music played
the night we all went out to dance
and muted by the heavy air
we traded words with silent glance

the moon was high and music whirled
and silken skirts were spinning round
and matching to the lovely beat
our feet were dropping on the ground

the lights were out and dance we did
the music played upon the night
our words were heavy in the air
but traded glances gave them life

the skirts all whirling raised the moon
while speakers spun their silken tale
as matchley to the dropping beat
we loved the ground to no avail

the night was out and music light
our words were muted by the dance
and heavy was the traded air
between the silence of the glance

the moon was silking on the ground
the music matched our whirling feet
we dropply skirted round our love
as speakers told their spinning beat