Dreams Like Bubbles

Fragile forms floating

Away from the wand

The spherical configurations 

Rise above the reaching fingers

Gently the wind carries them higher

Still the child dances after

Pointing, grasping, following

Pursing yet the magic 

Some will burst along the way

The fingers grab 

The forms can’t hold again the stab

Others fly further 

Until the pressure closes in 

And yet a few will arrive

To brush against the sky

Before fading away 

Bubbles like the dreams of a child 

Are delicate and require 

The soft whispering breezes

To carry them upward

Dream on, dear one

Reach still above your head

Let your dreams brush the clouds

And you, tender guardian 

Handle tenderly the aspirations of the young 

Let those dreams

Tender as the fragile forms

Alight on the whispers of encouragement 

And let not harsh winded words 

Push them down

Rise above sweet dream

Ever strong 

Yet tender 

As the bubbles of your childhood 

The Eyes of a Child

Wide with wonder

Taking in the world

The eyes of a child 

Round their space

Absorbing this place

Never lose 

the child-like gaze 

Capture the moments 

With hands that always seek

To understand new and old 

Retain that mystery told 

Keep time with the rhythm 

Of curiosity 

And never lose the eyes of a child 

Ocean, Rising to Setting

The body of water lies still at peace.

It has no care, no worry, no crease.

Calmly it waits for the morning rays,

To awaken its light and set it to praise.

The light hits the ocean a new day is here.

Time to embrace a shining atmosphere.

A ripple appears, a wave is born.

It will not be stopped, moved, or torn.

More waves move in upon the beach.

Shells and sand are shifted with each.

Light shimmers reflecting off the water,

It sparkles and moves as the day grows hotter.

The wind picks up, the waves have grown.

Blues of the ocean attest a deeper tone. 

Afternoon wears on, clouds roll in.

A misting of rain descends therein.

The day is not done, wait there is more.

Do not leave it behind, watch the shore.

An ocean of pink, then purple, then navy,

The sun dips below the ocean all wavy.