Ghost Song

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 and 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

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind