Daily Prompt: Carousel

Moon is full circle on the cloudless August sky;

Stars are dull in the silvery yellowish light;

Clock is ticking proving the quietness of silence.

No sign of storm at the horizon, easily you deduce.

It is not the truth; stand in front of the mirror

And see self in the intruded halogen street light.

A sleeping carousel you’ll find; horses are unspokens

Just ride on & take the whirl; the air let it welcome you.