Dancer at the Well of Springtime,
Spread your peacock fan and make
Music with your steps.
Lord of many feathered eyes
Looking into many places,
Let us see ourselves through you,
And in you see ourselves reflected,
And by this vision come to know
Each other through the dance.
And through those eyes, those many eyes,
Touching tender in the dark,
A sweet caress of liquid light,
Flash of pleasure now arise:
The serpent from the Well.
Shining One, Silken One, He of many touches,
Enrapture me in your embrace,
And through our ecstasy create
Again, my love, the earth and heavens,
Made anew each moonlit night,
And send me smiling softly dreaming,
Into the lands of bliss.