Glass Memories

Once, they were little things
of beauty and wonder,
cantering through prairie grass
to a dainty Irish folksong.
Once, they were fresh and vivid,
all colors of the rainbow at once,
gradients sifting through
yellow dawns and purple dusks.
Now, they are captured in ice,
calloused, smiles frozen,
eyes wide and fissures
sucking the light and color away.
Now, they are dusted in glass,
joy become porcelain and
wrapped in a hazy snowglobe,
paralyzed in time.
Striking in the moment but
frozen the next, it's far too early
to say goodbye, goodbye,
it's too early to say
goodbye.