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Dreaming of the circus

Dreaming of the circus

I turned my wheels and headed to the sparkle in your eyes

 Driven by the unrelenting and seductive pull of love’s illusion                              

 With your light in my vision I could only see blue skies around

Beauty suspended my disbelief like an accomplished magician  

With my bags packed at my feet, I was your wide eyed runaway  

Turning my back on what I had and seeing the world only your way

You were all I ever needed in those tender times of unrelenting bliss

 I never gave a single thought to losing my way in the smoke and mist

 Taken by the moment and never looking ahead, I loved being in your circus.

And now that the tents are taken down, I stand alone in the blowing dust

Smiling like a naughty boy with his stomach full of Coke and popcorn

Knowing that I’d do it all again without a moment lost to contemplation    

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Tony Taylor

Hey Curtis, you are such a graceful writer, seems like every time I read you, you get better........that was gorgeous my friend...........tony

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Glenn Marchand

Wow. This is deeply poetic. We often get lost in the affairs of love, and the other person's dreams/direction. And we do so willingly. Then the end comes. But we would do it all again in a flash.

Every line in this piece is aesthetic. Well written.  

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