Sunday, August 23, 2015

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 

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