Cirque Du Soul

Cirque Du Soul

For the girl up in the spotlight,
on a parapet up high
Spinning in a pirouette,
centre stage, she flies

Singing 'neath the rafters, bard,
Swinging 'bove the stage
Dancing through the promenade
Glancing off the gauge

The girl who walks a wire, worn,
a tightrope in-between
The girl who plays with fire, forms,
spins, twirling through the scene

A cabaret electric, arcs
'neath glitter, glitz and paint
A Cirque Du Soul eclectic, sparks,
such sights to leave you faint

Gasping at the wonder there
Open eyed in awe,
to tides that pull you under, where,
waves wide, wash back to shore

Impossible to fathom, grasp,
... a sin to even try
Such mysteries, we keep them clasped,
left clothed for naked eyes

With tales, yarns, long knitted, bold,
for brave hearts, souls and minds
To all the girls that glitter, gold
… never cease your shine

Like butterflies in sunlight, drawn,
and dragonflies 'neath stars
Cast silver in the moonlight's dawn
… with fireflies in jars

Jars that can't contain such wings,
that flutter round so free
Prisons can't contain such things,
they simply need to be

Winging round as bell jars ring
with lids unscrewed, we're called
Roll up! Rollup! the Big Top sings
Prepare to be enthralled

by the girl up in the spotlight,
blinded by the glare
stuck down here... out of sight,
… she belongs up there