If I wrote among the willows would the earth receive my tears ?
Would the roots gather moisture and return the pain of years ?
If I dry my tears with ashes and wipe my anguish with moss,
would the day seem less melancholy and the passing less a loss ?
Be with me a moment and I will gather in the rain
All the earth of my humanity and the lightening of my pain …
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Crayola Colors, bright red, yellow and blue,
round in circles of me and you
All the beginnings are reflected inside
as I watch and I listen to the Ferris wheel ride.
The seats they wobble with you front and back,
don’t look down and buckle the rack.
I love to watch and listen and smell
the time of the Ferris wheel, I remember well.
True loves in height and tumultuous times
Defined by the nickels we paid for the climbs
As we trusted a ride, we would never forget
Arm in arm, hand in hand lovers, we sat.
The Ferris wheel days of cotton candy and games
Hope and promise blended and all seemed the same
As the day before or the day to come
The days of the Ferris Wheel, at the setting sun.
copyrighted: 2014 CMM