Oh how the path seemed lost,
Scattered leaves across the trails,
Footprints in the moss,
Overgrown with leafy veils,

All our paths were covered,
‘Til the time of returning,
By day not a whisper,
Though by night the fire was burning,

So we met by night,
On pine needle beds,
With the moon and the stars,
Dancing overhead…

How we reveled in the sun,
When the way was understood,
We moved in the merry light,
And all we gleaned was good,

Until the obvious was hidden,
Blinded by fright,
And the age became dark,
In the name of the light,

So we met by night,
And sang what none had heard,
And in the Silent Dance,
We spoke with voiceless words…

So now we dance again,
And the silent song is sung,
May you revel to the sound,
By the moon and by the sun…