A Thousand Bubbles (poetic ' here, then gone' version)

A thousand bubbles , they now glide

Between the stones, slipping inside

The water flowing very deep

Filled with tears, that God did weep

 

That had fallen from those eyes

Looking down from infinite skies

On the bubbles, now a thousand and one

That multiply and then they are gone

 

Leaving only a memory , no beauty seen

Only a distant ripple, and a disappearing dream

Done