Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.. Someone is calling.

I remember when you held my handIn the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.
Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.. The carnival is over.

We sat and watchedAs the moon rose again.. For the very first time.
The Carnival Is Over by Dead Can Dance, 1993. D A D 3 0 1 3
the forecast of the approach of the 3rd typhoon this year in the northwestern Pacific Ocean before weekend.●










