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.