The Ferris Wheel

I passed through the moment hoping that you were there and had something profound to share, but I wait the morning out standing in the biting cold and the air penetrate my body without remorse or apology. My hands and feet suddenly became numb, and I couldn’t feel my lips, my jaw or my gum, my legs and my nose were heavy as led, but on the other side, fire was burning in my bed and the strange sounds were filtering through the chimney. I searched everywhere but I could not find you. My body began to shiver because my clothing was improper; I had on tee-shirt and Jeans and a scarf to cover my neck; cold sank deep into my flesh but deep down inside my heart was blazing. A short while ago the sun was shining in the east and the cranes were pulling up worms and dropping them all around and the wind blew passionately in my back and sweat drips patiently from my face. In seconds the sweat turned to ice and the temperature began to fall in the place. Oh, what passion awaits you in the sun, oh what glory is saturated in the moon; the sea bears its bosom in the moon, and I hope that you will come and see me soon. Oh, spirit of the sea come and dance with me, the morning keeps slipping away from me, but I hear that you have something profound to share with me. The rain is sprinkling lightly in the valley wetting the earth with a package from the sky as the clouds passes gallantly by and the birds mingling among the weeds and embracing the budding roots parachuting through the bushes and tangling up their feet in the fruit tree. You see that giant wheel up there it is silently moving around the atmosphere; its root is buried deep into the ground one man with a mission designed it to the entertain the town, but the business was short, and it broke the young architect heart. The invention turned wild and parachuted in the sky, but Ferris was no match for Eiffel. The Ferris wheels rolls on and the Eiffel tower is still standing strong.