Carnival of Dreams

Luminous images spin 

On a memory carousel,

A layer of loss lingering 

Like smoke from a carnival grill.

Snapshots from our last trip

Float on the fringe of my dreams;

All the words left unsaid spill

Like coins from a candy machine. 

We treated love like an optional frill,

Assuming it would fit between

The roller coaster and the ferris wheel,

But it vanished somewhere unseen.

The fun house mirrors reflect

A reality unburdened by fears,

While the resonance of moments unmet

Keeps swimming through the glaze of my tears.

~*~

Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 738 using the prompt words fringe resonance frill spin swimming images fit spill trip reflect layer lingering.

I have frequently used carnival imagery in lost love poems. For whatever reason, it resonates with me.