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.