The Bubble
Of every dream
that could haunt me,
this one insinuates
irresistibly,
like a bubble that might waft
across our summer garden
and, disconcerting
chattering cat or frantic dog,
skim the children’s straining fingertips,
swirl past your sleeping face,
and beam its supernoval menace
on me, on me ….
This shimmering, hollow dream
drifts into a fitful sleep,
eclipsing companion considerations,
to hold my gaze with its power
to chill a smile
or cloud an eye;
for a brief eternity,
it fixes its stippled stare
on me, on me ….
then, as I switch on the lamp
to face it down,
it is gone!
.
Ahhh… there you are Gerald, being good again. Thanks for posting old friend.
Mike
Good to hear from you again, Mike. Thanks for commenting.
Cheers,
Gerald.
Thanks for commenting, Trevor. I’ll reply more fully at a later dater. Still preoccupied with downsizing.
Gerald.