awake

"Awake.

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." - jim