BUG TIME The time of insects. The boundary of sleep and consciousness. Music by Melchiades Lyrics by Maria Silver wings in the candlelight, a whisper in the darkened air, a circle of scarlet and white, a web of mystery and despair. She's a spider and she caught you in her gossamer labyrinth, in an ecstasy of absinth and all the secrets she taught you. It's bug time when the pretty girls sleep and it's bug time when the silent poets weep. And it's bug time when the night... when the night is still deep. On your skin, a phantom tattoo she's writing her last bleeding word, singing lost lullabies for you and vows given with ink and sword. She's a dragonfly and saw you waking up from your dreams, in a nightmare that screams and torn curtains above you. And it's bug time when the pretty girls sleep and it's bug time when the silent poets weep. And it's bug time when the night... when the night is still deep. (July 2007)