Rippling Effervescence

She toyed with the wind
Relentlessly,
Whispering a sweet lullaby.

The zephyr seemed to sing out-
Soft, and clear.

She sat,
On the wooden plank-
A bridge across the stream,
A make-away delight.
Her supple feet,
Barely skimming over
The crystal clear water-
Ripples,
Gyrations
Of her vitality-

A purl,
Seamless.

The foamy lather, she blew-
Bubbling,
All over.

Lustrous,
Each bubble held a dream-
Enclosed within its film layer
Ever so tender-
A hollow encompassed,
It shone-

Effervescence
Of an innocence,
Still not lost.

.
.
.

As the bubbles touched his face,
He shook himself awake,
From a reverie savored,
Halfway.

And his canvas lay forgotten at his side,
Achingly-
For that stroke,
Of life.