all a dancing whirl,
small circles of light in darkness, with a ballerinas turning in them. give way to the clown and now to the saviour.
cresendos rise and fade.
but the cry of the lonely moon on a cold blue night. skimming the treetops, hiding their secrets, racing on towards the house with no lights.
the clouds blow onwards.
i float with them… to a new world i know not of. leave everything behind again and float.
the ballerinas are still turning, frozen in time.