A poem born on the subway ride home from work one day.
I saw movement in my eye,
Just beyond where I could see.
It streaked across the inky ground,
And glimmered faintly in the light.
I heard a noise beyond the trees,
In the dark where leaves lay still.
It crackled slightly in the gloom,
And mingled with the chilly wind.
I felt a fragrance when I was out,
Walking in that forest dark.
It smelled of summer, warm and dry,
And of summers still to come.
I tasted rain upon my tongue,
As I made my way back home.
It tasted tinny and of hope,
Of magic just beyond our world.