Carousel

Round and round on her carousel

We ride, laughing, dizzy, blinded

By her colorful, flashing lights.

As children, we hold on tight,

Believing that the winged horses

And the fantasy carriages pulled by

Unicorns really do take off and fly.

“Again, again!” we cry, and ride till

We fall asleep with stars in our eyes.

While we sleep, our innocent dreams

Take flight, leaving us and reality behind.

When we wake, the griffin’s wings are

Stiff, unmoving, and his painted eyes

Stare at us sinister, disapproving.

The world has gone cold under a

Gray sky that weeps for all foolish man

That believe Love and her sweet lies.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

When we are children, we think as children. The years bring us tests. There is the temptation to become disillusioned, but we must avoid that. All seeming disappointments are but directions in disguise.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

on a carousel the horses aren't real and often in relationships we are just going around and round but the love isn't real either.
and when the music stops, we are made to get off the ride.
Excellent metaphor here.
j.