Something in the Air
It\'s not new or old,
Just waiting to be told,
Neither here nor there, maybe everywhere?
Dark or gray unknown;
Shadows, heartbeat, rain and storm;
Living in the dark, hiding from daylight?
On the grass it sleeps,
Gleaming in the moon,
Earth is warm and kind;
Holds it to her chest
Morning dew it drinks
Waiting to be seen.
Then it disappears,
No sound, smell or sight . .
To be remembered by?
There one day and gone away.
What was that . . . ?
Something in the air.