her eyelids looked downward
as though shamed by some force.
i saw a tear trickle and fall.
she looked upward a second
to see if by chance anyone noticed.
quickly they looked downward again

the carousel goes 'round
the risque, vulgar,faces
of ancient carnival jokers
mar the magic of the ride.
they are all laughing at me,
laughing at me.
they taunt like the devils

as sands of time erode into yesterday
and memories fade into lost oblivion
i walk in greener grass than before
my toes not nearly so sensitive.
thousand year old waves rolling ever rolling

one cold winter's night of fair
i stepped outside in the blackened air.
the wind blew it's breath through my hair
and the moon had naught nairy a care.
i saw across an empty field, a maiden fair

aye, nine fathom deep
the mates do sleep,
nine fathom deep,
their secrets they keep.
'twas a cross,
no albatross.
nine fathom deep
wickeds did leap.
nine fathom deep
spirits creep.

They called her Elora,
and i thot it a just name
befitting her beauty.
the name a bit mystical as was she.
She was a beauty of the Gods.
Raven hair and eyes, lipid pools