Merry-Go-Round
My hand in yours,
Your hand in mine;
Holding on tight,
Fingers entwine.
Myriad promises,
Between our palms;
Reaching out across,
With outstretched arms.
Silent troths,
Exchanged in breath;
Keeping close,
Condensed to warmth.
We danced around,
Round and round;
In a merry-go-round,
Of love profound.
Like a game of
Ring around a rosy;
Whirling to the rhythm,
Of love until dizzy.
Colors around, blurred
Into a spiral fantasy;
Drunk with love,
Hearts filled with ecstasy.
Before my eyes,
Your cheerful face;
Against the surrounding,
Fleeting space.
Your laughter like
The bells, jingling;
Breaking the silence,
With its music, tinkling.
I surrendered to,
The glory in your eyes;
Hypnotized by,
The honey in your voice.
Lost myself in
The maze of your soul;
The hurricane of love,
Swallowed me as a whole.
Mesmerized by
The magic of your touch;
Pulled along,
An erratic tornado as such.
My naïve listlessness,
Numbed my senses;
And I don’t know when,
Through the fences.
Your fingers slipped,
Away from mine;
And you disappeared,
Without a sign.
I stand here confused,
Lost in darkness;
In an eccentric universe,
Forlorn and dimensionless.
I don’t even know,
If it was my fault;
To let you slip away
And come to a halt.
Or you cleverly escaped,
My loosened grip;
Before our relationship,
Fell off the tip.
All alone, lonely ,without you,
Enveloped by an eerie emptiness;
My solitary world is haunted,
By your shadows, dark and faceless.
Cast into a silent spell,
I stand, motionless and still;
But the abyss around me,
Still spins in endless circles.
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