The Fair

Neon multi coloured

crazy lights flicker on

and off as flies smack

into them and die

and the power surges

and shorts.

Shadows appear

and move and change

and everywhere is

fluorescent green and blue.

People walk in crowds

and couples and children

seem to dance and scream.

I look towards the

waltser, to find you,

but all I see are strangers.

You said to meet at

the waltser at half ten,

so I scan the crowds

for you whilst the

bells and whistles and

crazy jarring music

dip and swell.

Everything is in flux,

everything is moving and

changing.

I turn and see you

walking towards me.