She moves?

The lonely dust
Blurs the eyeball of the musk
And the stone rattles
Down to her bleeding feet
You dance another beat

The dark, dark silence
Weeps between the bosoms
Of these careless nights?
O! What should the night suffer
When, you will be cold?
Will be old?
When you can dance no more?
And just for this one night,
May be tonight,
You want to be lost
Among the darkness of your own?

While you shudder a little
Under the eucalyptus leaves,
There is
A fraction formed
A fraction lost
A fraction left behind.
? You see through a mist
The mist that lay hanging
Over the bed-rock?
As you touch
It crackles into the sound of your voice
? Shyly moves away
Then disappears

And if you walk out one night
At the sound of a cry–
And if it should be the call of your darkness
Will you look behind?
There is no reason though
You must rather go

The lonely dust
Blurs the eyeball of the musk
And the stone rattles
Down to her bleeding feet
You dance another beat