Passe', as Rainbows Fade

Tra-la-la
dancing on the head of a pin
Cinderella trips, glass slippers
slip from dainty feet
shattering on polished marble
of the ballroom floor.

What was it for
a crushing pulse of ecstasy
dressed in streams of crinoline
anticipating luxuries
amid the rise and fall of waves
lapping at her door.

Sea level shift
lifts dancers off their feet
at first it slakes a fiery thirst
disenchanted debutants
disrupting mighty continents
matter shakes apart.

Too many parts
shiny crystal slipper shards
grind beneath the crust to dust
exacting icy aftershocks
reduced to salty bubbles burst
treading water north.

And nothing more
than diamond in the rough
buoyant baubles float ashore
disengaged forevermore
among the lapse of innocence
found along the shore.