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