Faces lit by fire

Moonlight on the grass.

My mind is tired, but my body remains inspired.

Inspired by a drummer

Inspired by the past

Inspired by the joy of dance I wish would never pass

The drummer is playing the rhythm of my soul

Or an I dancing to the beat of his?

The drummer and the dancer,

Forever intertwined.

Its hard to play the others part,

But together we're divine.

The fire is a'dancin' too

It's leaping and a'twirling

The moon seems to be the only thingas still as it can be,

Although I know it is moving,

Just inperceptibly

Now we are howling

Howling at the moon. 

Honoring its glory

And dancing to its tune.