Moths

Oh, the leaded window opens to move the dancing candle flame

And the first moths of summer suicidal came, oh, suicidal came

And a new breeze chattered in its May bud tenderness

Sending water lilies sailing as she turned to get undressedAnd the long night awakened and we soared on powdered wings

Circling our tomorrows in the wary month of spring

Chasing shadows slipping in the magic lantern slide

Creatures of the candle on a night light rideDipping and weaving flutter through the golden needle's eye

In our haystack madness butterfly stroking

On a spring-tide high, oh, on a spring-tide highLife's too long as the lemming said

As the candle burned and the moths were wed

And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higher

Before the candle's dead