A carnival of some sort had grown:
Stalls lined the streets in a smile,
Light danced above; a jeweled crown.
The shops were painted:
Eccentric, electric, mystic.
And flags hung above, like tropical birds,
A melody that clung like a scent.
Moons were arranged on table tops,
A purple orb, a giant disk, shining twin rocks.
Another shop had a tray of masks,
A looping frown, a crescent laugh.
Then there were wings.
And chimes and shells and flowers and
Gardens and streams and hills and –
All could be found there.
And all was lost there.
It was all made of mirror, of dreams.
But then Earth caught up; the others entered,
The mirrors clouded, weren’t themselves,
They refused to obey. But-
The others had come in with hammers and time.
The mirrors were smashed.
The shops cascaded down
The melody screamed and died.
And by the time it was all done,
Only dust lingered in the air.
The imagination withered and there was no more rain.