The Fairytale Circus
It wasn’t so long ago that I saw,
Such the same scene of violet, black and white.
Last time ‘twas I in the crowd full of awe,
Though now ‘tis I who must dance in the light.
I leap, I spin, I walk, a silent act.
My face that of a zebra, clown, and mime.
Though mocked by the child, the doll cannot crack.
The ballet must fly ‘till the end of time.
Still I remember the kings, queens, and jacks,
And the ticking of diamonds, clubs, and spades.
Yet much as I yearn for kingdoms long past,
Time struck twelve; there arrived a new charade.
So I dance, maintain the fairy tale night.
The book gone, now ‘tis my story I write.