My legs are heavy
From the relentless running
My feet sore
From dawn dancing.
But still I straddle
The blazing star,
And as it burns bright
Between my thighs,
We disembark in pursuit of
Another white-knuckled ride.
A journey without destination
A quest without realisation
Only for
The fearless,
The reckless.

With a smile
A care-strewn laugh
My audacity is
Rewarded with
Passage granted.
A sleep walker
Drawn by the enchanted
Each wayward steed
Mounted.

And, as I raise my charm
To my lips
The beat skips
My expectant lids opening
To witness
The slow predestined
Cessation
Of the roulette wheel.