Carousel

The carousel spins for her childish amusement
The silvery horse... grin plastered much like her smile
A coy smile captivating her reflection
The road is covered in soft laden brush.

The reeds bend over in humble forgiveness
Welcoming new steps... tickling her bare feet
... And she dances...

The comfortable silence coerces her unbridled leap
Cotton candy sidewalks caress her fall
The wind carries her laughter forward
The sun shines on her anxious anticipation

Her hair blows gently in the carousel circles
The chime melody rings softly in her ears
And she hums... she sings... harmonizing the chaos
Answers await as the dizzying carousel spins

"Patience..." she whispers... one day at a time...
Yet every day seems one too long...
The weight of hope destined to lead her heart
Her heart... destined to open once more.

And the carousel spins... blurring reality
Watercolors spill onto her empty canvas
And she paints... scenes fit only for a Queen
The carousel spins... Oh, I love how it spins...