The stars, they dance. The stars, the stars,
they dance and dangle, swoop and swoon.
They sing, they sing and croon
"We are here. We are dazzling."
They caper and prance to
the jeweled night of rapture.
The stars, the stars, they come to life
They pulse, they pulse to Love's tune.
And, in their pulsing, they send
raptured beats to every Lover's heart.
"Come closer, come closer
and never turn away or depart."
The stars, the stars, they see
what kings and kingdoms have come and gone,
what mysteries are soon to be.
And, when they dance, they charm with
enchanting dreams of pulse and swagger.
Love notes strewn across the night's canopy.