Drop-zone

This a poem written after I experienced the thrill of the ride drop zone in wonderland.

Drop-zone

Blue of the sky
reaching far into the horizon
Twinkle of the lights
as far as the eyes could see

Flavour of the moment,
my throat burns.
Scent of the spirits,
leaves my fingers captivated

Suspense of the wait;
I hold my breath
Tick Tock of the time-
It’s getting closer

Cheering of the voices
Freezes the picture.
Feel the thrill
With every beat of my heart.