Tuesday, 25 January 2011

old ride.

I remember
The giant merry-go-round
we found in the park at dark, the lights shone bright
and we marvelled at how no-one had found it before, as it beamed and shone in the night.

so we got on and rode, and oh!
the majestic lows and soaring highs
our liberated whoops and sighs
while we were spinning
it felt like,

but in truth, the lights were dimming.
and dimming.
from the moment we arrived.