Of Worlds
Slow, sweet, drifting melodypenetrates tourist sounds.
Bare feet and snug jeans
and late afternoon shade
Casting shadows through
the blinds.
Faint light from beyond the
window pane
Reflects upon the wine glass
perched on denim clad knee
Giving the wine within
a golden expression.
Lively liquid, amber light,
Filtering through -
Bringing to magnificence
a single, solitary bubble
Making its way
to the top of the glass,
Like a little world,
upward destination
Only to burst upon arrival -
Releasing its' tiny hold on
existence
Disappearing -
To leave in its' wake,
the smallest of golden ripples...
A life span of seconds
measured in my dimension
Almost ---
sad.
I wonder...
In the spectrum of time and space
and entity,
What platform of life exists
That could idly watch
the procession of my world
And measure its' life span
as sadly short
As that of the bubble
Bursting at the top
of the glass...?
MSV
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