Dance Of The Selenites (Tristitia)

Selenites are dancing In the breeze Vaporous in their silent lair A swarm who twist'n'twirls Languishly looking at us In the middle of nowhere Pale are the figures who dance In the moonlight, now Dance on the moon Enter the rings Newly freed souls Newly freed bird Gracious and humming Some atonic verse Invisible in their flight Etherial Noctua Leening your wings Of dust, of muck, of mundane dirt Eternal Chaunts Benevolence The Selenites Smile and gaze At those we are At those we were Spinning round In their haze