Everything is broken up and dances

Susan Seddon Boulet

 

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 its 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.

/Ghost Song, An American Prayer - Jim Morrison