Neon Cicada

When the light comes crawling through
The windows of shared solitude, oh
Don't let it
Down the restless avenues
Lilt lovers' cries
And passion's faint perfume
A carousel of sound that blooms
In proud confessions
To the sleeping statues
Whilst juniper and vine wait for
The hot pleasure of violet afternoons

Exiled in the undergrowth
The half-born shadow forms of future ghosts
Are trembling
The oval queen in silver floats
Her careless grace lent by some dying host
All above as under declare
Innocence and patience tyrant virtues
The mad dogs and the circling birds
All holy carnivores spit vulgar oaths

As a child I was as fey as the day in plume
Day after day I pined
Laying hidden in my waking tomb
Until the sun cried

Dancer, dancer, neon cicada
My febrile friend
Someday, one day, you'll be a martyr
To the season's end

When desire calls upon
The virgin and the vagabond, oh
Give in love
A swarm's out singing lusty songs
In meadows
To what little deaths may come
Fountains they will spill and run down
Sacred folds of fabric will be undone
Sand and soil will shake
We'll make the mountain ranges
Crumble in the sun

Infantile we were flayed by the pale stone
Until we cast aside
All the grey flesh we had outgrown
And the moon sighed

Dancer, dancer, neon cicada
My febrile friend
Someday, one day, you'll be a martyr
To the season's end

All things succumb
Crying "lo child, lo child lo"
And by time are undone
Crying "lo child, lo child lo"
All things succumb
Crying "lo child, lo child lo"
And by time are undone
Crying "lo child, lo child lo"

Dancer, dancer, neon cicada
My febrile friend
Someday, one day, you'll be a martyr
To the season's end
Dancer, dancer, neon cicada
My febrile friend
Someday, one day soon
You'll be the newborn bloom
At the season's end