Parade gone past

Gone –

Morning parades of snails and slugs, happy being themselves,

Under starlight,

Gone to earthlight laughter in bells no longer ringing in tune, in time, sinking into blue –

Where fled you?

When laughter becomes a thing of the past, too?

Gone mad,

Reminiscing to itself

Will I be but a memory, then, in that world that welcomes all things?

Where are you