Weary stars stand still while glancing,
As their eyelids freeze with frost.
Arms and legs and fates have crossed,
In the moonlight-- shadows dancing.
Carved upon the pale wall
As though ancient hieroglyphics--
Phantoms of the sleepless evenings
In eternity enthralled.
One more step and we will soar,
All is spinning, all is twirling.
Shapes of shadows, spinning, whirling,
In the moonlight, on the floor.
In the twilight’s masquerade,
Hungry eyes light up the night
They declare with silent pride,
“Rather burn than simply fade.”