A bubble hung before her, wide,
spinning thinly as she eyed
reflections tremble on its shell
and emptiness within that swell

- a symbol of her lifelong dream,
as tenuous as it would seem,
to waver with the slightest air
and barely float upon a prayer.

She knew it shouldn't take too much,
just the slightest graze of touch
to grant this fantasy its end,
but, as her fingers did ascend,

the sphere inflated, swallowed all.
Inside, she felt no fear of fall,
but unexpected strength and sight.
This dream was hers, at least tonight.