There was a dancing light
Playing and singing
Breaking through the dew dropped moss
Only in the moments just after the dark passes
Floating along the wind
In a vast, haunted wood
Drawing the sweet forest to her
Singing songs to ancient spirits resting on mushrooms
Tickling the feet of old grumpy trees
With truth

She was a beautiful memory left deep on the shores of a distant frozen river
The falling snow that quiets the land
Gliding over the reflection of infinity
In forever hidden waters
She was unimaginable light
Trapped in a jar on a shelf
in a dark room surrounded by fear and pain

When the house fell
the sun finally rose
And the dancing light followed the moon ravenously, once again
Dancing and playing in the mist
Chasing the stars
And she never looked back.