The Bubble's Brief Eternity

A sphere of iridescence, thin and frail, A fleeting spectrum caught upon the gale. Born of a breath, a whisper, soapy kiss, It swells and shimmers in a moment's bliss. A perfect globe reflecting all around, A transient beauty without root or ground. It holds the light, a fragile, hollow dream, A world contained within a sunlit gleam. But touch it lightly and it disappears, A silent pop dissolving into tears. A metaphor for moments bright and brief, For brittle joys and life's unspoken grief. Are we, like bubbles, floating on the air? Our dreams and hopes a momentary flare? A shimmering surface hiding empty space, A flash photograph leaving not a trace? Or is the beauty in the passing flight? The short perfection in the fading light? To hold a world within a ceasing skin, And know its essence even as we spin. ©bfa031625