Dancing On The Ceiling

The world is lyrical because a miracle



Has brought my lover to me



Though she's some other place, her face I see



At night I creep in bed and never sleep in bed



But look above in the air



And to my greatest joy, my love is there



She dances overhead



On the ceiling near my bed



In my sight, all through the night



I try to hide in vain



Underneath my counterpane



But there's my love up there above



I whisper, "Go away, my lover, it's not fair"



But I'm so grateful to discover that she's still there



I love my ceiling more



Since it is a dancing floor just for my love