Have you ever danced under the pale moon Light?
with the devil, or with God, or with none.
I’m dancing under the pale moon light
But I am alone.
And in this singularity I have found my home.
Rushing out from under me is food unto my soul
and rushing into with in me, is energy making me whole.
I have been dancing under this pale moon light, all by my simple self.
And sinning in this moon light worship is not what is left.
But sinning is so trivial, I am left black and cold.
And then when the sun rising again
I will not feel so old.
And in the sun I will dance given thanks to this and those.
As above and so below
my hands will reach and they will row,
Into the night I be reborn, Do a dance of inward turn.
And God is there, with love embrace, And I can See his stunning Face.
The pale light of the moon, has given in trance oh so soon and will lead me out and into what i am.
