Haunted Carousel

Haunted Carousel
02-13-2014
Written By Jamie Jones

In the afternoon light
Children swings in flight.
Up, Down, in joy and wo,
always on a constant go.

Different colors, afternoon delight
our souls goes backwards as we’re circling the flight.

So within the hours time
the wheels seems to turn on a dime.
Faster and faster it goes,
when it stops, it will know.

When nature sleeps and stars are mute,
someone in the distance is playing the flute.
Back into the afternoon light,
our souls goes forward from the circling flight.

In the afternoon light
Children swings in flight.
Up, Down, in joy and wo,
always on a constant go.