Like the Moon, we have a dark side

Which we never, ever show.

Which can always only grow.

And we hide it, how we hide it,

From ourselves perhaps the best.

While the shadows move inside it

And they haunt our troubled rest.

Like a campfire's coals a-glowing

Or a wizard's crystal glass.

It's a vision past our knowing

But it still might come to pass.

As the evening shadows, falling,

Start to reach their greatest length,

And the night's sweet voices, calling

From the places of their strength,

Bid you welcome. Bid you enter.

Bid you hasten while there's room.

'Til the foolish lose their center

And rush off to meet their Doom.

Like a campfire's coals a-glowing

Or a wizard's crystal glass.

It's a vision past our knowing

But it still might come to pass.

Have you ever dreamed of waking

Or awakened in a dream?

Has it brought you close to breaking?

Were you drowning in the stream?

When the shadows fall around you,

Do you greet them as a friend?

As the sweet, dark shapes surround you,

Do you pray for them to end?

Like a dream of strange tomorrows

Or a fate that no one's met.

Full of sad, unearthly sorrows

That you cannot quite forget.

Like a campfire's coals a-glowing

It's a vision past our knowing

But it still might come to pass.