I saw her,
as sure as the rollercoasters
scared young children,
and as sure as the mothers and fathers,
clasped little hands,
she was there, alone,
looking down from her perch on the ferris wheel,
and surely, with the face of an angel, a sad one.

As the wheel turned,
and allowed me on,
she watched me.
My sad angel in the clouds,
and me on the ground,
Round and round in circled sound,
the carnival music around us,
and as I reached the clouds,
she reached the ground,
and broke the circle.

I watched her walk,
towards the end of the pier,
away from the wheel,
but she kept looking back,
and something about her,
screamed innocence lost,
her sad eyes crying,
her night dreams lost.

Through the sounds of laughter,
and "step right up",
I walked to her side,
and stood silently.
"I want to be where the moon is", she said.
I took her hand, her soft young hand.
And through her tears,
past her sad angel eyes,
she saw what I saw.
The moon on the water,
lighting the night,
and another place,
not so far away.

"C'mon", I said, collecting her tears.
"Let's go where the moon is."