Moths

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. 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.