Carnival Lights

Beneath the sky’s deep purple hue, Music calls, the laughter too; Wheels turn slow, the lights all spin, And pull us gently further in. The air smells sweet with candy threads, With buttered corn and warm baked breads; A carousel of painted dreams, It ripples on the moonlit streams. I watch your eyes in neon glow, They shine in ways you may not know; The call of bells, the beating drums, The thrill before the next ride comes. We win no prize, yet still we keep The moment safe, our hearts to steep; For nights like these are never sold, They live in us when we grow old. As the tents fold up tight, And lanterns fade into night, We walk back slow, still side by side, With all the joy we could not hide.