The Circus

Mystic carnival
Spectacle of spinning lights
Where dreams can gain life

Welcomed by music
An anachronistic tune
Almost sirenesque

Acrobats dangle
Balancing so gracefully
High above the crowd

Varied attractions
Eyes wide soaking it all in
Like a kid again

Enchanting circus
A fey like creature beckons
Inhibitions fade

A|part of the show
The rest of the night a blur
Erased by wine’s kiss

Dreams of shifting forms
Daydreams of paths not taken
Are all that are left

When certain notes play
I find myself there once more
That crisp summer’s eve


~ by songoflove on March 20, 2017.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: