Danse Libre

Wooden matches, Lantern in hand
Rows of dusty books
a ghost that wants to dance
Through the shadows, She's taking my hand
Hardwood below our feet
The past echoes a band
Two steps away and I'm following
And I'll follow you far
Past all of the words in the books
Past the last sip of booze at the bar
Two steps away and I'm following 
From the sand to the stars
Collect all the twinkles and grains to keep in a jar
Surrounded by stories though their seldom told
We'll fill in the pages, some new and some old
Dance through this castle 
A king and a queen
Below stain glass windows 
A court thats unseen