My dreams are often full of bubbles

Floating to and from…

Circling round the faintest colours

Bubbling all around with many sounds

Each one unique they ring

And bring a mellow memory.

Humming strumming wispy airs

Singing shining oh so fair

Blinding me almost with their brightest glare.

These dreams do often make me stare,

More real they feel,

I often wish I could stay in sleep

And continue to swish

With bubbles ringing many tones

As deep as the bluest Wale song

Piercing through to my innermost core…

Beckoning calling for more and more

✨💧💦 Copyright painting and Poem Kachina Aimee Woolger 2017