Beneath The Ferris Wheel Of Fate

In Crowds Of Faded Watercolor...

Boys Still Stand That State Of Grace...

They Found Themselves Within Each Other.

Never Had The Stars Shined So Bright And Blinding

Nor The Sun Shone On Such Beautiful Celestial Bodies.

The Storm Of Strangers Never Chilled So Slowly

And The Gentle Breezes Never Warmed So Sweetly...

The Tears That Hid Behind Their Eyes...

Never Had They Loved So Completely.

Never Had The Song Made Sense.

Never Had The Lies Been So Painful.

Never Had The Last Look Of A Stranger Been So Mourned

Or Remembered With Such Emotion;

Drowning In Their Lonely Ocean...

Never To See Each Other Again...

But Always Remember Those Moments As Friends.

Never Till Then Had They Loved So Surely...

Not Ever That Deeply...

Nor Ever That Purely.

And They Swore That Never Again

Would They Go Into The Night Time World

Of Hipocrosy And Conservatism Quietly...

Their Sadness Gave Them Freedom From

The Depths Of Oppresive Society...

The Bleeding Wounds Of Years As Victims

To: Judgmental Parental Pietey...

Would Heal But Not Be Forgotten....

They Would Always Remember And Often

They Would Remember That Day Of Sadness...

To Balance Their Ever Growing Gladness...

And To Never Give In To Madness Of The Need

For Proscriped Propriety...

It Is The Sorrow Of The Past Provides The Free With Soul Sobriety.

-FOR-

THE BOY WHO KNEW ME AT THE MONROE COUNTY FAIR;

I HOPE YOU SURVIVED AND THAT THE TRADE

WAS WORTH IT FOR ALL OF US.