A trail of bubbles rushed by, coloring the hills and my space.

It's luminosity, so fragile, was there kissing my face.

A sunset's warmth, from above, tied good feelings with lace.

But what would I do when the night took it's place?

I dashed off with the bubbles for a meaning to chase.

The glimmer was fading and I was losing the race.

All the bubbles would vanish... The sky returned to it's base.

To leave me lonely with stars moving at my own pace.