One Candle Snuffed Out In The Night

[hophead]

a fleeting thought

pools

as a single droplet of water



a luminous tear ebbs

a neglected son, a mocking daughter



a crimson blemish

taints asphalt

mingles,

shards of glass,

depressed steel

and jumbles of smoldering grass



trauma, pain

scars to heal

confusion, fear

they prey, they kneel



an indifferent moon postures,

a weeping mother mourns



squandered dreams

veiled

in a cloak of mystery



no last minute miracle

to mark history



no golden angel

taking flight



as the world stops turning

one candle snuffed out in the night

[fishfishquaileye]

I'm thinking Coney Island amusement park! Am I right? It seems to me that you were describing the Big Parade but also I detected a tiny bit of negative emotion in the poem, as if your mind was wandering to something almost sad, like a family turning up on December 25th only to discover, for some unfathomable reason, the attraction was closed for the day. Anyway, good luck and I hope you make it safe to Coney next year!