The clown sees clearest the hidden flaw with a sense of knowing like a ticking clock. Burning embers ignite a raging fire as towering walls come closing in. The iridescent sun flower climbs high, cursing the gathering clouds. On the cold grey ground it forever lays its dark shadow bare. We’re floating on an ocean of happiness yet deep beneath us are depths never constant nor still.
For success is times waning blossom; her flowering petals were faded to begin. Where passion and beauty spread their wings is special; caught in a dreamlike moment so rare. The flame that burns brightest consumes itself and soon complicated gods request their share. All the while the sun’s still shinning, the audience demanding; yet most are seldom aware. For death and life are secret lovers; like a single echo they dance across a universe we share. The darkest moment reveals no truth and soon a part of us is lost within. And silent nature his only witness, whispers in the stillness of that frozen hour. You’re free now.
(Dedicated to Robin Williams for all the special moments he gave us…) © all rights reserved Martin Hanley Aug 11th 2014