Poetry:Iridescent bubbles drift on a breeze
From Chaos
iridescent bubbles drift on a breeze
show scenes of reality not yet imagined to life
soft delicate descendance
and fragile collision
show what might have been
and what is yet to be
each world minute in perfection
moves ever onward just out of reach
from fingers stretched toward realization
and yet a touch sunders the translucent skin
and that contained within becomes
the present reality
no longer confined within its intangible prison
