A million glass bubbles

A million glass bubbles

Ascend inside my lungs.

They clink and clatter joyously,

And it is pleasantly hard to breath.

Tiny reflections and refractions of light

Send shafts of whitish yellow

And yellowish-white

Singing through my purple-tinged soul.

I'm stepping on the sunset

--tiptoeing across pink and peach and purple

my world is color, a spectrum of brilliance

and my spirit is flying with seagulls.