Ticker Tape Parade

From heaven's golden strand,
rains a shredded kite;
shards of delight flutter down
clouding festive gawkers

Glazed eyes filter the bright
swirls of effervescence,
then in resignation
glimpse the sterile sky

A strand of elusive dreams
swaggers on the cusp,
but flailing hands grasp as
feathers skirt their open palms

Striding into the maze,
a glittering trail unfolds;
with drunken feet kicking
rolling up the paper carpet
grounding their wishful feet

Heads crowned with satin lace
coronate the revelry,
until in mock jest
teasing fingers brush away
the ephemeral glory

After the glitzy rain,
arched ears strain to hear
the silent medley,
but only a brisk breeze
taps a winsome refrain