Bubbles in the sky

Through regular paths I tread,
regularity soothes the ageing beat,
spring rested as dew
and upon a bitten and trodden bench
I rest awhile, as a fete surrounds.

Crowds, children makin' bubbles;
tiny to larger spherical wonders
journeying to nowhere,
one venturous, found me
I boarded that sentimental craft.

To when the youngest of my kin
in old chapters - my seasonal playbook,
inflated wishes into lite bubbles
florescent reflections
colonizing each with a dream.

The spectrum of each splendour
varied from youthful hope
to graceful, classical dance,
reaching the alto of notes,
whistling an undiscovered tune.

Vibrant joy was her make
uniqueness - a galloping laugh
a sister smile of warmth,
but love pumps overwhelmed
failed to pulse the other.

The floating pocket of vapour vanishes,
so too in soul, did she disappear
before living bubbly dreams.
In ways her life was like
bubbles in the sky.