Back to the bubble
As if on a wished return
To true love mothers womb
Thin as gossamer skin
Translucent shades of the rainbow
Float on the familiar warm breeze
Ache for this cocoon
As if its shelter fits
The damned and the doomed
Unstable as the Zeppelin
Fearful of passion and flame
Plummeting through the sky
Yet one more try
Flawed belief in faith
Warmth of miscast imagination