Air

Grasping in the midst As the days have gone by A silent of a voice as one did cry A listening sound as the tunnels got dark A day in remembrance as the ocean light sparked A cry in the wilderness from the deep sound of noise Listening in the winds as the darkest days mourned A silence upon as the trees blowing limbs Until one day the time got near A quiet moment in the air As one did stare A breath of fresh air Renewed in the presence Stairs climbed fast A look upon disguise As the other take a breath So very surprised Lights are dimmed A light turning bright In the middle of the day Until the sunlight Whispering winds abroad As a loud sound recalled Grasping in silence, like a breath of fresh air Dreams as an awakening thought Was it all amidst? Just a dream awakened to the reality A moment of a dream eventuality.