Awake...???

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,
the first thing you see.
The vast radient beach
and cool jeweled moon.
Couples, naked, race
down by its quiet side..
..and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy.
Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon, beneath
the moon, beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest.
Enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up and dances.