3ww-from this week- White Wedding?

Restless reactive layers of snow
causing my white wilty dress to blow
up up and away

earnestly i kiss the moon
close my eyes way to soon
and miss my mark

eager beaver waiting in the wings
trying to hold on to petty things
that I let go long ago

i turn around and bound
back to the place i call home
hide my eyes from things
i will never understand

and dream of the day that i can return.