Bubble Memories

BUBBLE MEMORIES

Empty

eternally..

devoid of memory,

yet I remember

everything

as nothing

and take notes

while listening dispassionately

to colours seeping

swirling

a picture forming

glimpsing fleetingly

momentarily

there then gone

again

null and void

(And all the while a solid brick wall bears witness.)

Where from that black space

devoid of form

with no recall

no words escape

that dark disgrace

in which all light dissolves between

an absence of time

and line

and nothing known

nor felt nor seen

Yet brilliant colours

swirling

falling

forming

blown bubbles

telling all

(And all the while a solid brick wall bears witness.)

I stand

and see her now

upon a stage..

the curtain drawn

the scenery set

in time and motion

floodlit

and in darkness

silently watch

from behind the wings

and wonder

who has given her those lines

to draw

in technicolour

and how does she know

to say her "please" and "thankyou"s

and point her toes

and dot her "i"s

and cross her "t"s

and watch her "p"s and "q"s ?

(And all the while a solid brick wall bears witness.)

My heart

as immovable as the rock

from which she drank...

Yet not so I know

and if I could

turn back the clock

and hold that memory in my hand

until it burned

until her pain was mine...

I'd read the lines

she drew upon the sand

and feel the dirt

and taste her shame

and heal her hurt

and understand

the fear of

nothing

all encompassing

Yet while a solid rock shall bear witness

I watch those brilliant colours

swirling

forming

rainbow bubbles

lighting all.