Merry Go Round The Days

Merry go round the days,
Tuning and turning the tides;
Love is fair when it plays,
Shadows in winter that hides.
Come give me some pleasures,
All is changing with time;
Afternoon beams reddish treasures,
Floating in blue splendid prime.

Fog like the snakes on crawling,
And going into disappearing mist;
Light changing forever falling,
All in winter's twilight twist.
Skin of the clod and the dark,
The changes are never the same;
When dime comes up in its spark,
Burning a dark red blue flame.

Merry go round the days,
Years just for moments will be;
Rusty old memories ways,
bring back the treasures to see.
Gobbling moon flickering light,
Taken the days far away;
What is the meaning of this night,
Inside the emptiness and gray.

Come give me some pleasures,
All is changing with time;
Afternoon beams reddish treasures,
Floating in blue splendid prime.
I have my doubts for a while,
As the moods are chancing life;
All is with its colored style,
Soon other tempers will arrive.