Another poem . . .

Marching in the Fool’s Parade

You draw me in
Without even a thought
You reeled me in and threw me back
As soon I was caught

The tangled web inside my head
Was woven with your hands
Now each time I go to bed
I’m dreaming up impossible plans

I’m marching in the fool’s parade
On tiptoes like the autumn clouds
My heart danced to the songs you played
Feeling certain that the mate of my soul was found

Now, I see you’re not with me
You’ve made your distance known
Still, inside my mind, I see
The truth and reality of what you have shown

The songs play on each and every day
They bring gifts of love and light
Pouring passion into my heart along the way
Into my soul to broaden my sight

I’m marching in the fool’s parade
On tiptoes like the autumn clouds
My heart danced to the songs you played
Both on the air and on the ground

I’m marching in the fool’s parade
Carrying the load of mistakes I’ve made