Calliope
A full moon is shining, tethered and swinging
I'm holding a ticket. Bells seem to be ringing
Somehow the landscape, whitewashed in winter
is distorting the thicket all buried by glitter
Crickets are chanting, as if it were summer
tho' snowflakes are dancing, and fall to the ground
Softly, they're humming a song I remember
A scene so familiar, but reason confounds me
In a flurry of color, in a figment, unplanned
words that I know, like the back of my hand
are whispered by someone whose face I can't see...
slurred, but with candor, in faint reverie
She points and I see it,... not far in the distance
A merry-go-round with no one to ride
Calliope music is making me cry
The same song is playing, so lovely and frail
A tune that I know, but my memory fails
I climb on a horse, with a bright gilded mane
I am fooled by a mythical fairytale scheme
My horse springs alive from it's once wooden throne
And off we will ride to the shores of the moon
We ride into night, with a storybook notion
until dawn's cruel illusion swallows the dream...
Where everything perfect, supreme and sublime,
is hiding a secret that daylight denies ~
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