Magic Bubbles

Magic lies in simple moments.
Drifting away like child blown bubbles.
Each a moment held suspended.
A shining orb about to burst.
But how to stop and look within?
To hold them gently, then let them go?
To see them as the guiding path,
strung together to lead you home?
What key must turn the stubborn lock
before this truth is known?
Must the soul sink low?
Must breathe be taken from gasping lips?
Or can space be cleared,
and chatter ceased?
So silence fills the waiting heart.
Hear their gentle sighs on whispered winds.
See them beautiful and crystal clear.
Stand and feel them break against thirsty skin.
Cherished even as they are floating by, forever gone.