Lovely midnight moon

sings out his dreams to you.

Oh, how you love the midnight moon

with his dreams so sweetly sang

and so softly whispered.

You both are the same—

reflecting what once came.

You are the dreamers.

Pin pricks of light—

how you delight—

angers the darkness

of which you're surrounded.

Oh, confounded

by how you've survived.

You dream up a dance

that circles each other.

Lovely midnight moon—

he's dreaming of you

when the darkness

forces you to rest,

when you are afraid

of forces beyond you.

Oh, how beautifully you have fared—

you the dreamers.