Monday, August 23, 2004

Bursting Bubbles

I’m not me anymore,
I’ve become someone new,
Like a soap bubble . . .
Fuller and fuller,
Until it bursts.

I am a diary,
Written pages full.
Starting a new book . . .
As each page fills
I’m becoming more.

A west wind blows,
I, also, will ride the current,
Over hill and canyon . . .
Sky scrapper and vast water.
There I go— by God’s grace.

Disappointment and pleasant
Surprises along the way,
Give and take, and more growth.

But it’s still your smile that creates
A carrousel of music
Around my world.


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