Fleeting moments: far away vapors of smoke; swirling, dancing, twisting inside my mind. They're all hovering within my fingertips, but just before I touch them they disappear, all of my 'Once Upon a Times' and written memories. I watch them fly away and long for their safe return; they float through the clouds like feathers.
It's night. I gaze at the heavens, the vastness of the stars, the patterns sprinkled in the velvet canopy. I want to bathe in starlight, sprinkle it on my skin, lock it in my heart. I'll gather it and the moonlight and weave them through my hair.
Been feeling transparent, like I'm about to blow away with the wind. Frantically bottling up moments in jars to keep them safe.
Been searching the grove for fairies, but they disappeared during Jack Frost's arrival. They left their hallow trees full of forgotten trinkets–– lost thimbles, broken strings and scattered pixie dust. I trace secrets in the frosted bark and wait for their return, for winter to end; but I fear even time itself has frozen. 
They told me it's time to grow up and put my childhood away forever. They gave me a tiny chest with a brass key to lock away the remnants hugging my heart. I open the lid to discover lost things and long ago memories, nestled amongst forgotten daydreams.
There's a hole in my pocket, scattering loose pebbles and feathers and fallen stars; even the key to the door slipped through a crack in the floorboards. I peer through the keyhole and watch the sun falling in slanted pools across my fallen treasures. Out here I dance with evening's shadows.