The Bubble's Brief Eternity Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A sphere of iridescence, thin and frail,
A fleeting spectrum caught upon the gale.
Born of a breath, a whisper, soapy kiss,
It swells and shimmers in a moment's bliss.

A perfect globe reflecting all around,
A transient beauty without root or ground.
It holds the light, a fragile, hollow dream,
A world contained within a sunlit gleam.

But touch it lightly and it disappears,
A silent pop dissolving into tears.
A metaphor for moments bright and brief,
For brittle joys and life's unspoken grief.

Are we, like bubbles, floating on the air?
Our dreams and hopes a momentary flare?
A shimmering surface hiding empty space,
A flash photograph leaving not a trace?

Or is the beauty in the passing flight?
The short perfection in the fading light?
To hold a world within a ceasing skin,
And know its essence even as we spin.