The Ferris WheelA Poem by RomaJOne morning, I awoke to find A great Ferris wheel rising Just outside my window. It spun like a radiant sun, Casting golden rays That reached into my home, Calling my name. It felt as though the universe Had placed it there, Waiting for me to step Into its circle. I stepped outside To behold its majesty. The world was strangely still-- No crowds, No music, No carnival laughter. Only me, Standing at the threshold of wonder. My heart longed to ride, To rise into the sky, To see what was hidden From the ground, To glimpse the shape of the world from above. But a voice stirred beside me-- The steady, sensible weight I carry inside. It searched for an anchor, As if money or permission Were required before entering Such a sacred cycle. I waited, Letting that voice wander, Scanning the horizon For the right moment, Searching for reasons. Nearby, a booth appeared. A woman stood within it, Her face veiled by her own hair. She did not speak, Nor beckon. She was simply a presence At the edge of mystery; I left her unapproached. The Ferris wheel, Which at first seemed so close, Now appeared farther away. Yet its light still dazzled me. And though I never climbed aboard, I stood beneath it, Gazing up at what might be- Awed, Humbled, And strangely at peace With my waiting. The wheel turned on, Eternal, Waiting. © 2025 RomaJAuthor's Note
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