FAVORITE PONY
Imagine a merry-go-round
On the shores of a starry night
And a clown in a followspot
Being swept up by the light
The waves wash up a seashell
The clown holds it to his ear
And the echo of the universe
Is the only sound he hears
You may be Favorite pony
On the merry-go-round
Taking me higher
When I'm barely off the ground
True love has no limits
Let imagination run
And always reach
For the golden ring
In the halo round the sun
Imagine feeling like a clown
Your face is fading in the rain
When your good times disappear
And then come round again
That's how a painted pony feels
When his color chips and fades
Just give me one faithful friend
And let it rain on my parade
Imagine riding a comet
Through a carousel of space
Seeing planets in a pirouette
Making up the galaxies face
If you're dizzy as a pinwheel
From all your ups and downs
Just wait till you see true love
Smiling through a painted frown
©1997 Stefan des Lauriers