Carnival.

And there he stood,
With the prettiest grey-green eyes you can think of.
And I laughed titling my head skyward,
to see fairy lights in-silver and green,merging,
 The strong affirmative motion of his eyes upon me.
Candyfloss like magic from oridinary pink crystals,
Fluffy thoughts spinning and flying,centrifugally.
That feeling again,the one I knew at four,
when I carried around a stuffed monkey on my back,
which could be velcro-ed together to be swung,
and I felt whole again,a part of the picture.
 

Countdown.

Let the light humble you to the truest form of existence,
let the warmth kindle the soft edged fire that burns behind your lids.
It's about time you took charge and set those recurring sparks finally aflame.
The filtering shadows of heat can curdle into one golden moment of  purpose-
The trail of shimmer is leading you on,asking you to follow.
To discover rooms filled with the bittersweet iridescence of fragmented dreams,
To walk into ventures of the stark bright lightness of loving and living.
All the way to yet another new end of a line-
The tightrope's safer end now in firm,reassuring grip.