I stand within the Twilight Zone
Between pitch black and home

Here in no man’s land
Listening to the Last Post from the bandstand

I am not scared, nor do I feel alone
The deep grayness glows like black chrome

Bathed in droplets of moon rain
The tapestry’s dampness melts into the fading plain

As I wander above my dreamworld’s sacred ground
Where the silvery moon hears that Hallelujah sound