Carousel

Stealthily soft-footed the shadow approached
The long dark patch stood in stark contrast to the brilliant white
Slowly moving in, the looming dark grew smaller...almost mellower
Gently it lifted the curtain of... dreams
And unlocked splashes of color
The tinkling sounds mingled with the smell of cinnamon

An appreciative sniff, and then a tumble through soft haziness
Dreamy, swirls of wonder softly tickles the arm
The sound of happiness knocks
The bubbly, curly soft heads all bobbing up and down
The carousel of childhood is carefree and full

Tripping skipping the faltering steps are unsure
The peach mingles into the orange
Blooms soft yet unknown beckons
The laughter threatens to spill unguarded
But, the grimace is the uniform to be worn

Flying, free and cloaked in goodness
Discovering new light that twinkles in the eye
Rash unhindered the laughter is melodic and controlled

The cinnamon-y goodness is mixed with the smell of spices
The sharpness of ginger peeks through the sweetness
The depth of contrast edges past developing a unique blend
Spinning, stopping the carousel moves on