The Bubble
The bubble
The bubble
I’m a bubble, a bubble of air;
Deep in the ocean, fully aware.
Darkness my cover, cold and sad;
Covering my soul, making me mad.
Who deserves this much loneliness?
Deep In the darkness of the emptiness.
Months have passed, and years have gone;
One day I woke up and saw the Sun!
Love, at first sight was indeed.
You plant your love; I grow the seed.
Darkness turned to beautiful light.
Colors of sunshine, golden and white.
How blind I was yesterday?
Not knowing the light of today.
Sweet like the honey breeze at dawn;
Taste of sunshine, glorious sun.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
It lets you see in the darkest night.
Light is love; love is warm;
If you have it, trust the storm!
It felt lighter with the warmness of love;
caused me to fly like a golden dove.
Higher and higher into the cloud,
Thousands of lovers form a crowd.
Love and sunshine are both complete;
The heart of this bubble started to beat.
Thousands of bubbles ready to burst;
Dying from waiting, dying of thirst.
Seeking the source of silver and gold;
The secret of Love will fully unfold.
If you are dark from the lack of light,
Remember me, I escaped the night.
Ask and listen to things that are true,
follow and trust and then pursue.
If I end up in the dark and deep,
I promise you I don’t think to weep.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
It lets you see in the darkest night.
Love is light, and light is warm.
If you got it, trust the storm.
Haloo 2/8/2011 revised on 9/24/23
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