The Night Air

(c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell

The night air is calling to me. Every cell in my body Longs to disperse into the blue-black sky.   The cool wind whispers to me, The myriad voices of the night Enchant my ears.   Each point of light in the heavens is an eye Or a gateway to another possibility.   My soul is lifted, Becoming one with the all-encompassing Night air...   I call to the other wandering Souls who yearn to breathe The night air.