Strange, Very strange...!

The rolling horse bursts into a balloon,
and out of the silver screen
came out a majestic lion,
a conical current of smoke,
kisses the shining light above and becomes one.

Evil tulips rise with a green grin,
tossing turtles on the sea bed.
oh! what fun, they sing and exclaim.
A tribal fire in their eyes,
a sound explosion disperses into oblivion.

Flapping windows, power
the dream journey, the orange starlet
flashes her power wand,
circling in the almost square boat,
savour a cacophonous beat.

Between such grand scenes and
the light overhead, you can sometimes hear
the soothing nightingale sing its way across the circles,
the smoke firgures open their doors and
are washed away in an emotive and flowing current.