Have you ever danced in the moonlight

With your mystery lover

To the rhythms of his faithful praises

Made towards the temple

Of your immaculate beauty—

Him kneeling before you

To kiss your holy hand?

Or have you ever bathed in the dark lake,

Hidden by the forest and the trees,

Embraced by the night wind,

Its cool and chilly breeze

Hitting your warm and bare skin,

And he was there,

Holding you tight,

Whispering songs of his love

In your ear?

Or have you ever slept

On the front porch swing,

Covered with blankets and in his arms?

Do you ever think of such things

While you sit at work

Flipping page after page

Of your pocket organizer,

Arranging your life?

Why not let it go,

And lose yourself in the subtle

Music of these thoughts?

Why not come with me,

The shadow in your dreams,

And dance the Moondance,

Play in the dark lake,

And lie in my arms all night long?