WHEN THE BUBBLE BURSTS

When the bubble bursts

does the invisible mist make you angry

does it scald you with new found distress

as it laughs over your diminishing faculty

the reducing power of coherent thought

the receding tide that pulls at life's will

and takes it on a joy ride to the distant horizon

harnessed firmly to a horse with no name

When the bubble bursts

does it leave behind an acrid smell of dynamite

does it stamp a sweet aroma of sickly decay

as it blooms for the very first time

after a century of quiet restraint

in contrast to the blindfold of perfumed sincerity

that holds you in its ethereal dreamy charm

carefree, riding bareback on the last unicorn

When the bubble bursts

does the silence sound louder than distant thunder

does it get stronger with every weary second

as it chooses dissonance in muted overtones

the notes that dash hopes and clash the most

but sound perfect for a funeral march

echoing long after the song has been played

as you chase rainbows on Ventura highway

When the bubble bursts

I see, smell and hear with discovered clarity

I understand reality with revealed perspective

and things seem to fall into place with quiet grace

a blood rush that sweeps aside negativity

and renews the flagging spirit with restored resolve

persevering towards accepting a fresh start

with the sandman singing only in your heart