CARNIVAL OF YEARS

Copyright 1994

by Herbert W. Robinson

 

 

Rain droplets alone are simply refreshing

when they drop to the meadows, forming small streams.

Streams seek their kind, and join in great rivers.

Scores of droplets and time fill up answers to dreams.

 

 

Along these wet banks, a carnival's floating.

Hear barkers and minstrels. Tempt us with fear.

Smiles in a line for sweet cotton candy

Spin and weave on the strings of a grand puppeteer.

 

A fabric of rivers,

Threads without end.

A bent hall of mirrors,

An aging that mends.

Each shimmering droplet,

Each spun tuft of cotton,

Each word in the darkness will not be forgotten

In this Carnival of Years.

 

 

 

We join in the world fresh and age 'til we're faded

While a circus of guidelines strings us along.

Words become threads and carry the motions.

On this footpath of thoughts, our sideshow moves on.

 

A fabric of rivers,

Threads without end.

A bent hall of mirrors,

An aging that mends.

Each shimmering droplet,

Each spun tuft of cotton,

Each word in the darkness will not be forgotten

In this Carnival of Years.