On the wind

In the bubble
is a world complete
Moulded to shape
Filled with space
Floating beyond the lines
Reflecting the outside
Coveted with briefness
Touch cannot be denied
Through the walls
and the borders
lies a secret within
Passing through lives unseen
Riding the current
Time and place past
Circles never completed
Invisible
Imagined
Capture is destruction
Memory and desire on the wind.