A+Dream+of+Bubbles-+Ted

**A Dream of Bubbles ** || || I blow bubbles, Each carrying a place I’ve known and loved, A place I’ve lived. The first bubble is of a hilly island With a large and colorful skyline. A blue bedroom That carries the sounds of a big city- Honks of cars and blares of sirens. A sleeplessness, for someone is always awake. A harbor with a Star Ferry carrying citizens To Lantau, perhaps. Double-decker buses fill a busy street, Off which a school sits, New, generic, yet happy. A father who works for many hours, But is greeted by my six-year-old self When he returns past my bedtime. The second bubble is of a walled town Of beauty and enchantment Holding out through peril To serenade the quiet sound of crickets. A tiger on a wall Protecting an eight-year-old me As he sleeps in a bed beneath. A hammock, horses, and a swimming pool Complete a dream started by a puppy dog. A joyful school with an iron gate And a colorful playground. A supermarket engraved with an S And a favorite gelataria. The third bubble is of a sturdy house, A tire swing behind. A school of smiling faces, Once seen in the right light. A distance to pass from day to day In order to make way between lives. A restaurant serving sushi In miniature boats Floating in water. And a diner serving delectable shakes. My ten-year-old-self is surrounded By a delightful mirage of happiness. The fourth bubble is almost perfect A proud me, twelve years into the world. A green house, accented by red bricks. A lime paradise for a room And a school of True friends, True learning, And a true Ted. A grown dog, content in his home, A happy family, And a happy world, Or so it seems to me. As the days and weeks and months Will go on, So will the dreams And many more bubbles are sure To emerge. || Image ||
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