Sitting In A Bubble Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

translucent bubble
floating o'er big city
in strange ship I fly

nay atmosphere gravity
cruise through the sky silently

no wires or engine
a companion but no speech
world below my feet

is it real physically
just a dream obviously

the guy doesn't speak
blonde hair blue eyes blue jump suit
just gazes at me

in the night my mind roams free
wandering unconsciously

I sit and wonder
images seem so lucid
yet a strange feeling

slumber passes fleetingly
awake to reality