My bubble of happiness spins
tight in a world of gloom.

The purples, greens, and yellows
of life blend into me
and form this sphere.

Persuaded by those who
claim to possess the
combination to this treasure.

Protected by the one who
holds the key.

Is it here?
All around,
not to be seen —
or perhaps inside of you
~ My friend.

Floating on your cloud of hope,
protected by magic,
hidden from my darkness.

Explore yourself with me.
Share the journeys of time.

Heal, Seethe, Bathe,
Confide all your confessions.

Big Hands
I’m listening.

08/12/1998

Posted on 10/18/2004
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