Vanilla Fingertips

Frolic around a dandelion patch prosperity
Collecting remembered, as laughter is bound
Sleeping ice thaws once a year for the children
Again the voices diminish to particle mist

Flying stark marbles collect at the creek
Relive through a melody, the tadpoles all float
At last no diversion, left to be wrought iron
Rebellious the current, blow out the candles

One to be left, curiosity follows a shadow serpent
Possible new leaves, remains to the life of a seed
Seeds as rocks, hardened to brittle deception
Playing with dust as fellowship is exposed, streaking

All the children wear white, triplicate snowflake pasture
Fires don't burn into this dusk, covered sun falling
Limited recollection left, the greenery harvest
"Disappear," says the chill, as the entity playground is undone