The Ringmaster stands on the masterpiece
With a flick of the Wand a rabbit appears
His spells leaving the mouths of the children
Stunned and excited at the marvelous act
An act creating a deceitful reality
He blows rings of fire into the lust air
And into each ring, words of incantation
Abracadabra and poof
A man appears; tall and handsome
Amidst the mist of the devious smoke
I stand there helplessly with a wand
Chanting the same incantations and whispers
Creating circles of imagination
Anything that would bring him back.
I watch the ringmaster in scrutiny
Flawless, confident and convincing
Building into the lively void of the stage
The platform at the humbleness of his feet
Applauded for the hand in the lions mouth
Where was I wrong?
Was it the fathoms of my thoughts?
Or the undeniable reality that he was gone. GONE.
And here I was alone on the ground
Wishing upon the stars
The ringmaster weaved threads of imagination
While I knitted the yarn of the past
Should it work just once?
Magic for miracles of my desires
A chance for a long sought goodbye
As the flames blared on the stage
And the lion roared at the command of the whip
In the fraction of the blink of my eye
Amidst the glowing yellow I saw his face
Smiling at my teary appearance…