There was a *something* in the air.
It came along and changed the flow
of energy that would bestow
blessings to the many underlings.

And this *something* grew in magnitude,
until their many attitudes
were swept into a maelstrom
of not quite knowing how or when or why.

(Translucent touch of blue
within an alabaster sheen.
Shining bright within the unity
that only dreams can bring.)

There was a *something* other,
that ever seemed to just remain
the same. Touch of light
in ever-bright exchange.

There was a *something* in the air.
Translucent touch of blue
within an alabaster sheen.
Shining bright within the unity
that only dreams of love
can ever bring....

? Michaelette ?