Bubble Bath

stars do glitter hard and sharp in black of night before daylight headlights spear straight before piercing not the shadows of houses passed eyes are drawn to breaking light to windows bright shining in the night eyes cannot see through frosted glass silhouettes to show a bathroom there within my mind the thoughts do flow of what visions lie there inside what wonders might behold my eyes it here I might within its hold white porcelain filled with bubbles lite twists of steam dancing in the air a duck the floats on rolling waves from wrinkled toes that wither there glittering droplets of oily sheen as a thousand jewels there do lie on rounded flesh of pearly white that slowly moves with languid ease hearing song so softly sung words of beauty so barely heard seeking not to disturb the slumbering ones sleeping so quietly within the home curls of hair from moisture tight glittering sparkles with droplets bright conceals not what lies beneath treasurers barely shown onto the sight down ribbon black and dark of night headlights do spear into the night thoughts of wonder are within as I do travel without the view