Traveler sight

Night with bright

Hands on white

When the spark

Is fun as lark

Are we all here?

With all colors sphere

With a gulp in the atmosphere

When the right pace

Seems to disappear

Night with bright

Hands on white

Traveler sight

Move as we move

Change as we groove

To the sound and the light

In visions of the butterfly

We broke free

We drank tea

In the woods whereby

The night was bright

And the hands were white