Tuesday, July 01, 2008

My Bubbles (Gargoyles by Parkes)

Category: Issue 11

I walk through the streets
blowing my bubbles
of hope, dreams,
and despair,
passing all people,
their eyes looking
searching for someone
who’s fair.

My bubbles alight
on hands and on faces,
but are popped
without a care,
my dreams and hopes gone
my fears not abated.
Most don’t even know
they are there.

I wander the night
to the tallest tower
to watch my bubbles
be free.
And I find in the darkness
my needs satiated.
A bubble chaser,
just for me.