The leaded window opened

to move the dancing candle flame

And the first Moths of summer

suicidal came.

And a new breeze chattered

in its May-bud tenderness

Sending water-lillies 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 a 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. (On a Spring-tide high)

(Mezihra: 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.)

The leaded window opened

to move the dancing candle flame.

And the first moths of summer

suicidal came

To join in the worship

of the light that never dies

in a moment's reflection

of two moths spinning in her eyes.