Angela Tian

Bubble under sunlight,

shining like a jewel.

Carrier of the dream,

flying up in the sky.

Fragile,

easily broken.

desirable.

I want it.

It is a bubble,

an unrealistic dream,

burst the moment it’s touched.

It is floating there,

above the earth.

Golden frame envelopes the mysteries azure.

colorful,

beautiful,

wonderful.

I want it.

Want it. Have it.

Freeze it. Trap this attractive creature.

It lands in my hand.

No longer shining,

color vanished,

regardless,

I have it.

Joy comes,

partly for a while.

Enjoyment soon leaves.

Once I have it,

no longer precious.

Maybe more will help.

I want more.

Bold and ignorant,

reaching for more,

harming the delicate nature.

The bubble turns into air.

Surreal. Bubble’s property.

It seems to be at one’s finger tips.

But really it is unattainable.

Burst the moment it’s touched.

Fragile and vulnerable. Bubble.