Observing candles in the dark
and shadows in the night,
I find my thoughts arising there
and lifting into flight.
My mind begins it's wandering
into the depths of you,
Iím seeking there the hidden place
one night I saw into.
You opened up your life to me
to search your hidden home,
where fancied dreams once filled your heart
and now the sorrows roam.
You told me of a circus tent --
the one without a clown,
the frightful night when high wires failed
and then the net fell down.
The fraying ropes unwinding there
while platform stands were downed,
then ropes that held the trapeze up
dropped acrobats to ground.
The circus came to town no more
nor with it came the crowd,
you still recalled the bodies laid
with Big Top as their shroud.
Remembering that moment then
when we would meet the train,
the cotton candy once we knew
you now recalled the pain.
I know those places where, in you,
your heart stores up your tears,
and simply seeing in your eyes
I still can sense your fears.
I know the layers of our lives
where sunlight does not shine,
I know that as I see in yours
you also see in mine.
So well I know what's hidden there
we dare not lose a day,
for stories only told to me
our secrets they will stay.
Some other feelings drive our hearts --
not just the fair in town,
not acrobats in death laid out,
nor when Big Top came down.
And now the secrets that we share
can take my breath away,
yet there is nothing left to do
but live and love each day.
So as we go, remember not
the times when fears trespassed,
but cling to parts when lighter hearts
lead from our darkened past.