A Carousel Horse
I am a carousel horse
an emerald in each eye.
Two deep breaths and I open the door,
one drink, his hand on my thigh.... more »
I wish I could explain myself..
I can deflect, the world cannot hurt me..
Their opinions mean nothing;
but mine does.... more »
A cold dark village,
of no well known faces.
A moon-lit street,
and deep puddles of black.... more »
Only when the night is cold,
and the winds are howling down the empty streets.
Only when the moon has faded,
and the sun has deserted the sky.... more »