I'm seeing you in many images.
Inside the bubbles I'm blowing
as I lean back
on my grassy hill in a meadow
lit by the morning sun.
The birds are singing and
butterflies are all a flutter.
Nearby is a pond so blue.
Above, puffy white clouds.
I'm seeing you
dressed in a black tuxedo.
I smile at that bride
who is anxiuosly waiting for you.
That bubble floats up high.
There you are in a sweater
that hugs you tight
and I wish I were that sweater
To have you in my arms.
The air passes my lips
and another image is formed.
I linger on that one not
wanting it to float away.
Another bubble is born and
in it I only see your hair, face
and your eyes.
Looking into your eyes
takes me deeply to another place.
It's there I float around
with no bubbles to propel.
Your eyes send me beyond my little meadow,
into a lovely place
where only you dwell.
September, 2000.
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