Friday, November 14, 2008

Come and dance the night away with me 
my skeleton bones will make 
you lovely old crones
shine in your shimmering glory

Come spin tales on my wheel
weaving gossamer in and out
webs of life, webs of death are all about
you must spin them well so that we will feel

If you come I'll sing you a song
Only to be heard in the sea
The beauty of it will be a plea
For you to come and join along

And there in the sea
we will be
And consort with assortments
of curiosities...

Fairies and strangers will greet us
and there we will settle
and get our own kettle
and under the sea we will really be we.