As the sun sets, I breathe in the misty air,
It is laced with mint, which
Sends tingles all over me, like
The first time you catch snow on your tongue, the
Amazement possess you, to
Believe this magic?

Faith over-rules your brain, thinking
It all seems so difficultly simple, like
Black and white, plus all the gray spaces, seeming
To muddle it all up, like splashing
In the puddle before the rainbow, yet
After the drenching hugging rain, that
Makes no sense and some at the same time
Turning fog into sunshine, while
The moon dances on air, just
Once you should stare at the stars

Be a child for a bit…