Camera clicks at rusted ticket booth
Maple leaves pile on the wooden truth
She frames the gate where chains lock tight
Shutter snaps the dying of the light
A white triangle lifts from cracked concrete
Catches the color the season beat
Rises past pylons of frozen steel
Where summer screams learned how to heal
A paper plane catches ferris wheel light
Spins through the gate where no one rides tonight
October wind lifts what the child let go
Bright as the bulbs that burned out long ago
Folded corners bear a crayon name
Smudged blue ink from autumn rain
No kid waits where the coaster climbs
Just wind and wire and borrowed times
A white triangle lifts from cracked concrete
Catches the color the season beat
Rises past pylons of frozen steel
Where summer screams learned how to heal
A paper plane catches ferris wheel light
Spins through the gate where no one rides tonight
October wind lifts what the child let go
Bright as the bulbs that burned out long ago
Ferris bulbs wink green and gold and red
Paint the wings in colors the park once spread
Each revolution writes a line of fire
Along the fuselage of thin desire
A paper plane catches ferris wheel light
Spins through the gate where no one rides tonight
October wind lifts what the child let go
Bright as the bulbs that burned out long ago
Two strangers lean on the same cold rail
Watch the glider climb the evening veil
No words passed between denim and wool
Just shared wonder beautiful and cruel
A paper plane catches ferris wheel light
Spins through the gate where no one rides tonight
October wind lifts what the child let go
Bright as the bulbs that burned out long ago
