Apr 22, 2018
Artist's Chant
1
There are colours in the night,
that only bloom in deep moon-light,
glowing softly, seldom seen,
except in dreams,
of wander-lust,
and diamond dust.
2
Dancing thus, before my eyes,
in mournful ripples, sibyl's sighs,
eternal burning, unholy fire,
silent glistening with desire,
as if to guide my trembling hand,
in phantom-tinted never-land.
3
Lead me to a quiet dawn,
reveal an image, imprinted long,
upon the scrimshaw of my eye,
painted shades of purest dye,
only seen with second-sight,
sacred visions, ever-bright.
000
(To be sung while dancing naked, brush or pen in hand, preferably with someone who gets you off, and enjoys your madness.)
