Where did my marbles go?

I asked Vega.

Slippery dreams fade
In the night, away.
My mind wanders
Stepping in a pink haze,
Created by disarray
And a clean sense - madness.

Standing silently in the garden
In earthly and heavenly delights,
I feel bizarre and light-headed.
Tricycles filled with accidental decrees
Whistle in my ear
And it makes me mad.

My eyes drift in the pale stars
And I ask reliable Vega,
“Where are my marbles?”