Lovers twirl in sweet winds,
Smells of joy and cotton candy.
Mane of the stallion stuck in time,
Vacant eyes look ever ahead.
From the calliopes a fantastical noise,
Mirrors reflect passion’s carnivale.
Round they gallop,
Chasing fate, never to win the race.
Ever bobbing, glimpsing happiness,
Faster they run, dizzy laughter.
Swaying in the saddle
Hands above head, grasping at Angel’s wings.
Pungent musk of need and sunflowers,
Wafts across the circus parade.
Sights so painfully beautiful,
Colors splashing on a dull land.
The brass ring dangles,
Outstretched hands reach.
He knows not what should be,
His desire floats above.
It is gone, she is gone,
The horses cease to move.
Glassy, lifeless eyes reveal nothing,
Glance down to a clenched fist, Is it there?
White light washes the scene,
The wanting man basks in the sunlight.
Open my eyes to the music box,
Symphony plays no more.
Turn away from the sun,
To a more heavenly glow.
She is there,
Warm breath of innocence baths him.
Truly beautiful is life,
Now I know, I am sure.
I close my eyes,
And I smile.