The cool night is my club.

Creating rhythm in my very heart.

I never need lights for my eyes are closed anyway.

What I am interested in is always inside.

More vibrant than any man made light.

Yet somehow more gentle.

***

I dance under tree tops.

A holy roof for my feelings.

I do not care about who might see me.

I have to match my feelings to the rhythm.

It moves me back and forth.

Hypnosis I willingly lean into.

***

It might be late but you will find me leaving refreshed.

Glowing even if drained.

An energy that builds only without.

A contradiction I crave.

If only I could figure out how to switch the two.

I would become the perfect energy source.

***

If you ever miss me.

Cannot locate me in my usual places.

You will know where to find me.

Under forever protective nature with my eyes closed.

Swaying to a sound only I can hear.

Dancing like nobody is watching.