Bubbles

of Dreams

Focus drift to nothingness,
Where to nobody knows,
All lost in the emptiness,
Veil of nightlight begins to grow

Limbo between real and imaginary,
Wisp into incandescent thoughts,
Images of the foreign and known,
Gleaming through the bubbly glow

I stand in a tropical paradise,
Discovering life from new perspectives,
Into the limitless sky,
Spread my wings and soar

Flying over foreign land,
Finally arriving in winter wonderland,
Lightly arriving on soft snow,
Christmas town lights up as night approach

Orange glow brings warmth and comfort,
People dear and foreign all as one,
Joy and celebration erupts,
Festivities here there all around


Alas the bubble bursts and reforms,
Into a murky grey...


The crowd subsides as they had come,
Shifting into shadows that never were,
Darkness stretches to consume all,
In the hollows and corners,
Emerge the horrors and dark things,
They wish to touch,
Long to consume

My escape begins,
Where once flight was possible,
Weight now drags the wings,
Flittering bursts reduced to strenuous strides,
Darkness comes to take me,
Approaching slowly but surely


Persistence brings fruition,
The dark bubble bursts into blinding light,
White subsides restoring focus...


Laying in place perfect silence,
Green fields and blue skies,
A single park bench by a shady tree,
I sit there wondering of questions

Staring at my shoe laces,
Brings pleasure and calmness,
Though nothing comes to mind,
Only silent contemplation

Nothing wanting nothing suffered,
Bending backwards over the bench,
Looking behind beholds the sun,
Hiding behind candy clouds

Dancing across view a single bird,
Perching atop the single tree,
Singing melodies honey sweet,
Floating into serenity


Haze lifts into the bright morning,
Soft bed and thick quilt beckons me to stay,
Return dear one to the bubbles,
Tugging at slipping strands,
Alas they are lost to the day..