In dreams we dance, a pair of moonlit swans,
serpentine shadows swirling into silken mist,
like faces fading in and out of the pouring rain.

I am the silence of your thoughts.
I am the echo of your voice.
We are the song of the morning sun
and midnight's mystic chant.

In dreams we dance, and time passes hours into days,
through the spring of dawn and the fall of night,
and time passes years into eons, into eternity.

I am the sorrow from your past.
I am the glory from your future.
We revel in the joy of the heavens
and the madness of the underworld.

In dreams we dance, two melodies in harmony,
as sister and brother, as mother and father, as lovers,
in massess hailing angels' matrimonial choir.

I am the light in your heart.
I am the darkness in your mind.
We are bound by blood and magic
in the depths of arcane mystery.

Tides rise and fall in waves of earth and fire,
burying death, birthing life, reincarnating chance,
while in dreams we dance.