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

The carnival is over

We sat and watched

As the moon rose

For the very first time