Bubbles of mine


You all fizzled up this evening large
From the eyes of an open spring
Bubbles of mine, bubbles of mine
And hey, what stories you bring.

We’re all such skeins to one another
Our proches, our close, our far and kin
Bubbles of mine, bubbles of mine.
From where do you hail, from what origin?

Here you come, and there you go
to help me more to see

Here you go, and there you are
in the empty face of me.

Bubbles of mine, bubbles of thine.

We fizzle out, one way or another
Some to get trapped and some to get free

Oh how soon I’m in dance with the Other
And the One skips right into the We.

Bubbles of mine, bubbles of mine,

Linger awhile, dear sister, dear brother
For so few abide with me.

About subincontinentia

writer and eternal optimist
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