"Merry-Go-Round Child"

Now your love is but a legend,

I would have liked to live on;

You came and left, like Wind-Blown Sand,

Just a legend, everything else is gone.

You sowed in fields of pleasure, 

While I reaped the fields of Pain;

You were happy, when the sun was shining,

I was Sad, when I walked in the rain.

I may never know your harvest,

Smiling with someone else in the sun;

I wonder if she's also gleaning the fields,

A Barren legend;
 where the harvest is none.

It's taken a lot time to realise,

I'm tired of reaping these same olde fields;

Where the harvest is nothing
 but Wind-Blown Sand,

And a Wounded legend;
 only time can heal.

You see, you are like Wind-Blown Sand,

And I didn't want to admit the sting;

It all seems sort of crazy now,

A Merry-Go -Round Child,
 with a tarnished ring.

If ever you come my way, again,

It's just a Legend that you've left behind;

I'm no longer that Child, of the Merry-Go-Round,

 I don't need tarnished rings

or Wind -Blown Sand.

~ Alicia O'Hara c.
 

~ Beannaichte'
20 January, 2015

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