Awake (from "An American prayer" by Jim Morrison)

Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see

vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time [bad word] again
Choose now they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream [bad word] with us
Everything is broken up and dances