Bubbles of Innocence

A depleting reservoir,
prismatic waves travelling within.
An intruder disturbs the immaculate solution,
seeking its fill.

Clattering against the sides, scraping the bottom,
a newborn skin shelters in its mouth.
Satisfied, the invader departs,
taking the essence of innocence with it.

Liquid drips from its form, lavished;
an unavoidable expenditure,
falling to the ground,
the potential unwillingly given away.

An inflating imagination,
The intoxicating power of the elixir,
lost in the illusion, lacking premonition.
The wand is drawn, the spell is cast.

Brought to pursed lips,
Cycling breath, life exhaled;
forced through the swirling vortex,
gives shape to desires.

Warm air passes through the aperture,
creating something unknown.
The embryonic dream grows.
Eyes focus on the expanding ambition.

Streaks of running rainbows;
seeming perfection drawn from chaos.
Striving for completion,
looming chance of failure.

It breaks free.
A sphere, awarding euphoria;
an enchantment set loose,
Enticing a girl to live in childhood.

More follow, each one unique,
each heading in its own direction.
Minute worlds floating through space,
With undetermined destinations.

Dispersing crystal balls;
avatars of ignorance, slaves of fate,
chromatic futures reflected in their faces,
unapproachable and fragile.

Some soar, flying away intact,
vanishing beyond sight.
Others, straining under their content,
burst in the air or shatter on the ground.

Dipping once again into the protean fluid.
The process is repeated, with varying results;
creation and destruction,
bubbles everywhere.

They all disappear in time
until there are none left,
Inevitably fading,
the wonder forgotten.