Shake dreams from your hair,
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day.
The day's divinity !!
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children.
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest ,
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us !
Everything is broken up and dances.
On dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's,
Fragile eggshell mind.