Dancers On the Mezzanine

Splash fast colors across the sun red horizon,day is done swirl a drip of azure blue, with indigo for me and you drip down on my ice cream cone berry tasty, windy blown cotton candy wrapped around cardboard rolled up by a clown Dancing ponies in the dark tiny bells that catch a spark from the midnight candles lit by a child who wouldn't quit dancing on the mezzanine with his older teenage queen wearing beaded pantaloons that she wore on afternoons in museums cold and still when she had some time to kill 'ere she traversed all alone down that darksome way back home so regretful by the sea, staring out but could not free any fragment of her soul ageless,timeless, growing old Falling open like a womb giving birth to wrath and gloom turning back to condescend to think about what might have been underneath the midnight sun red hot rhythms on her tongue she speaks a string of colored lights to light her way back home tonight. on dancing ponies in the dark tiny bells that catch a spark from the midnight candles lit by a child who wouldn't quit.