QUIET!

Sitting, by the river and throwing pebbles
blowing bubbles
and bursting, right next to all that.

I just want to hold the bubbles
but they vanish, just like that,
pass like they never were,
and never will be.
I hope and lie with my eyes,
my reflection isn't true,
its motioning with water,
can't hold that too.
And reflection washes away
in front of me
with water, with bubbles and false images,
how attractive this is,
unbelievable some times.

In bubbles and reflections,
I leave a part of me,
counting to millions and more,
I am dying, but just sitting.

-knightesS