A ferris wheel ride to share,
whispered secrets no one would dare
speak out loud for fear of the crowd
down below looking up;
don’t let go, buttercup.
Lighthearted head in the clouds
loudly clamoring calliope melodies
stammering synchronicities
enlightened eccentricities.
Let it all fall together
like the wind in the heather
no prayers allowed
and please, death be not proud…
a little bit of everything else 
Really like this poem š Thanks for visiting my blog too!
Oh, thank you so much, Anxious!