A soap-bubble dream
flying out to the skies
Leaving a bitter sweet taste
a memory of beauty
and broken wings of hope.

Time and time again
falling and wavering
in the moments of silence
my dream's colors true and deep
and the same old question....

I have to release you
beautiful butterfly
fly far and wide
so long, dream,
my most precious part of eternity.

August 7, 2009