My heart is circuit-bent

And littered with dreams

Of falling and never landing

Through a cluster of leaves

I'm dancing with the phalenes

Away with the fairies

And nearby the mechanical star

Twinkles in a knowing glare

To find our worries up in a ball

In the mouth of a hare

We're dancing with the phalenes

Away with the fairies

I have found a place to go

When the tide is coming in

I have found a place . . .

Come and visit me there when you can!