Carnival Is Over

Outside The storm clouds gathering, Moved silently along the dusty boulevard. Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks So they can in turn Reach up and kiss the sky. They are driven by a strange desire Unseen by the human eye Someone is calling. I remember when you held my hand In the park we would play when the circus came to town. Look! Over here. Outside The circus gathering Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard. The procession moved on the shouting is over The fabulous freaks are leaving town. They are driven by a strange desire Unseen by the human eye. The carnival is over We sat and watched As the moon rose again For the very first time.