Sawdust horses

Pull at the reins of sleep
you curve away
caparisoned horses
jangling with 
a head thrown preen
motes and stars pinwheeling

I thought I had you
the circus brightness
of your smile
the acrobats of laughter

But, a rain dull echoing
of shod iron feet

On the roof
a mocking skeleton dancing

It is hard to know
if redoubts
are weak as second thoughts

The shapes you left in sawdust 
now uncertain