Moths

Oh the leaded window opened To move the dancing candle flame And the first moths of Summer Suicidal came, oh suicidal came And the new breeze chattered In 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 tomorrows In the wary month of Spring Chasing shadows slipping In the magic lantern slide Creatures of the candle On a night-light ride Dipping and weaving, flutter Through the golden needle's eye In our haystack madness Butterfly-stroking on a Spring-tide high Life'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 Oh the leaded window opened To move the dancing candle flame And the first moths of Summer Suicidal came, oh suicidal came To join in the worship Of the light that never dies In the moment's reflection Of two moths spinning in her eyes