Soapbubbles
a poem by gab caraon

My hands have grown tired
of writing sonnets of my journey.
I am afraid that they won't
regain life again, until theyfelt soapbubbles and rain..

Soapbubbles, how majestic they look!
how graceful they seem to be
while they float amidst the
dust of the wind...

You see every color in them:
red. blue. yellow.
making them more beautiful to the eyes...

I look up to them, watching
them carefully.. I have grown
in love with them...

I watched more closely and
I saw that the soapbubbles were
vanishing.. slowly.. gently..

I wanted them to stay, but
they wouldn't.. I was caught
in surreal melancholy..

One by one they burst into soapy water...
one by one they leave me...

I cried. Soapbubbles caught my
eyes, burning them in pain.
I couldn't help but to shed tears
to ease the pain...

Soapbubbles and rain...

These dead hands of mine
regained their life as I
wipe my tears away...

These dead hands came to life...
but my heart died away...
Soapbubbles and rain...