And she dreams of a stepdance
And she dreams of a stepdance
Chorded on this sea of glass
I stare at purple skies
and think of clouds that speak to me
through heaven's little eyes.
A voice speaks loud and clear to me
the tuning fork it's tool
and the stars rise up to greet the moon
and label day the fool.
The festival of night now comes
on wings of gilded gold
a flighty tune rings on the breeze
while the festivities unfold.
Sparkle horses prance around
each note a loving step
their riders holding onto riens
where their dreams are often kept.
Dancers hit the notes with steps
of painted tales in lore
as my eyes now close and bring me sleep
this night settles the old score.
Chorded on this sea of glass
I stare at purple skies
and think of clouds that speak to me
through heaven's little eyes.
A voice speaks loud and clear to me
the tuning fork it's tool
and the stars rise up to greet the moon
and label day the fool.
The festival of night now comes
on wings of gilded gold
a flighty tune rings on the breeze
while the festivities unfold.
Sparkle horses prance around
each note a loving step
their riders holding onto riens
where their dreams are often kept.
Dancers hit the notes with steps
of painted tales in lore
as my eyes now close and bring me sleep
this night settles the old score.