The Bubble

The bubble The bubble I’m a bubble, a bubble of air; Deep in the ocean, fully aware. Darkness my cover, cold and sad; Covering my soul, making me mad. Who deserves this much loneliness? Deep In the darkness of the emptiness. Months have passed, and years have gone; One day I woke up and saw the Sun! Love, at first sight was indeed. You plant your love; I grow the seed. Darkness turned to beautiful light. Colors of sunshine, golden and white. How blind I was yesterday? Not knowing the light of today. Sweet like the honey breeze at dawn; Taste of sunshine, glorious sun. Love is a gift, a gift of sight; It lets you see in the darkest night. Light is love; love is warm; If you have it, trust the storm! It felt lighter with the warmness of love; caused me to fly like a golden dove. Higher and higher into the cloud, Thousands of lovers form a crowd. Love and sunshine are both complete; The heart of this bubble started to beat. Thousands of bubbles ready to burst; Dying from waiting, dying of thirst. Seeking the source of silver and gold; The secret of Love will fully unfold. If you are dark from the lack of light, Remember me, I escaped the night. Ask and listen to things that are true, follow and trust and then pursue. If I end up in the dark and deep, I promise you I don’t think to weep. Love is a gift, a gift of sight; It lets you see in the darkest night. Love is light, and light is warm. If you got it, trust the storm. Haloo 2/8/2011 revised on 9/24/23