Gasoline-tinted bubbles,
Like snowglobes to forgotton worlds in a dreamer's eye
A twinkle of sunbursts flash by with each slow turn
Is this a dream?
A helpless levitation of fantasies turned solid? Pushed down by unknown hands, buoyed up by a lover's breath?
Gravitation, Rotation...
Wrapped among a peace ridden silence aside hushed antiques...almost as though each sphere was a memory in itself...The filmy surface splashed with the gentle scent of soap
Is all to be lost?
Here, in a room of aged toys and dust of spun gold?
A simple wrong touch results in an offended 'pop', the cherished moment lost only to leave behind the rank taste of sorrow mingled with the bitterness of regret.
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on Meditations Of A Hope