the storm clouds gathering.
moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
so they can in turn
reach up and kiss the sky.
they are driven by a strange desire
unseen by the human eye
someone is calling.
i remember when you held my hand
in the park we would play when the circus came to town.
look! over here.
the circus gathering
moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
the procession moved on the shouting is over
the fabulous freaks are leaving town.
they are driven bya a strange desire
unseen by the human eye.
the carnival is over.
we sat and watched
as the moon rose again
for the very first time.