We fell in with a troupe of actors
somewhere along the way.
They welcomed us to join them
in their entertaining play, and though
acting is just pretending, we find ourselves
performing now on life’s dream stage every day.
Stealthily, in our secret delight,
we still slip away from their campfire
to the woods most every night.
Intoxication haunts the air,
and Something’s aglow
in the darkness there,
shinier than light.
Dizzy at play in the forest chambers,
hot-hearted, wild with willing woo,
what spirit craft attains to this —
this rapture sung with you?
Huuuuuu. . . .
Now come here,
my little word darlings,
as we slide again towards dusk —
let me gather you up
in these ink-smeared hands,
lift you high like nightingales,
released from these cages of pages,
and send you aloft through skies of blue.
Just keep in mind, as you fly divine,
there are clever traps and dark devices
which only love can see you through.