The Clown

The Clown

shut the circus down
and kiss your day goodbye ..
let humble tears unleash
your painted eye
the crowd is gone ..
the stars are fainting low ..
the place that shone with joy
is turning
snow ..
your mask is melting now
your jaunty grace ..
is sinking
in the grooves
of a wrinkled face ..
how long has all this pain been there?
how long?
and how could people dance
at a wounded song ?
how long have your big feet
been jumping high ..
but could not reach a floor
nor
fetch a sky ..
now
pining for the crystal soul you've sold ?
now
would you trade som rusty brass
for gold ?
shut the circus down
O, clown !
and shut your eye .
no space for a final joke
nor a final
lie ..

Hend Khaled