Nocturnal Bubbles

My brain never stops, but sometimes it can be quieter

Nocturnal breath of bubbles
Luminous, fragile, alight
Words scrawled 'cross curve
Teasing possibilities

If my tendriled thoughts
Could just absorb the shine
Consume the faceted intent
And birth a whole new world

But alas, fervent need fades
Beneath green leafy canopy
And I must allow my soul
To dissipate into inky dark

2024, CL Huth