Feb 27, 2009 18:29
Night Carousel
At night he rode a carousel,
one I could never ride.
So furiously it spun at times,
his image out of sight.
But when it slowed enough to see
his arms reach out in fright,
it’d pick it up apace again
and glow against the night.
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Night Carousel
At night he rode a carousel,
one I could never ride.
So furiously it spun at times,
his image out of sight.
But when it slowed enough to see
his arms reach out in fright,
it’d pick it up apace again
and glow against the night.
Lone carousel, night spectacle
to board you is his rite
till morning comes to wash the light
and throw him back to life.
Lone carousel, night spectacle,
you hide his blurry plight
till morning comes to steal away
the wonder of the night.
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