Hey Bubbles
Hey Bubbles the way Light dances on your skin
When you shimmy through an open window into the blue
Make a wish, hold a breath, imagine what you want to be
Will you ever find that perfect form again?
Bubbles when you grow up rounder than the world at large
So strange to feel no doubt or fear of heights, reflect
Seas, the continents spinning like pictures bright and thin
Mountains range like pyramids singing symbols as you spin
The way light dances in the night sweeping shivers on your skin,
Hey Bubbles.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2013-03-28 at 15:32




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