The mystic rain
Pours
From the umbrella sky
In a rainbow
Of shining puddles
Laying beneath
What went before
Leaving no answers
As the dying questions
Fizzle
In the half light
Left by the place
Where the sun
Used to be
In the space
Between shadows
your soul
Hiccups
Whilst your mind
Dances
And you whisk
Yourself away
Into
The infinity
Of madness
Where a world
Spins
In a dance
Of unworn
Seats
People waiting
To be asked
People asking
To be left
Swinging
To a beat
Of
Offset lanterns
And spinning lights
And glowing radiation
Of the night
Left before
And the days left
Behind
And the endless
Possibilities
Of shadow filled
Corridors
And rooms
With no soul
the ghosts
Of those
Left somewhere between
Pirouette
Into a darkness
Of times gone by
And days left
Undone
Whilst the saddle-less
Unicorns
Wait for the bucking
Of sea horses
To shine a light
On things
Left unspent
With no more cost
Than a fairground carousel
Spinning endlessly on
For the children
forgot
How to twirl
Or what it meant
To be dizzy
And
Whilst they were not
Drunk
On times
Which hadn't happened
They would always be
written
As it all happened
Before
In a place
Unremembered
By a breed
With no means
By which to learn
All the things
They had always
Forgot