Moths
Oh, the leaded window opened,But you moved the dancing candle flame,And the first moths of summerSuicidal came, oh, suicidal came.
And the new breeze chatteredIn its May-bud tenderness,Sending water-lilies sailing,As she turned to get undressed.
And the long night awakened,And we soared on powdered wings,Circling our tomorrowsIn the wary month of spring.
Chasing shadows slippingIn the magic lantern's light -Creatures of the candleOn the night's light's rite.
Dipping finger's weaving, flutterThrough the golden needle's eyeIn our haystack madness, butterfly strokingOn a spring-tide high, on a spring-tide high.
Life's too long (as the lemmings said)As the candle burned and the moths were wed.And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higherBefore the candle's dead.
Oh, the leaded window openedBut you moved the dancing candle flame.And the first moths of summerSuicidal came, oh, suicidal came,
To join in the worshipOf the light that never diesIn the moments reflectionOf two moths spinning in her eyes.