Jehtro Tull

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.