Here

It is still here,
above my head,
beneath my feet,
around me, here.

I see it, hear it
breath it in,
exhale it,
taste it, and hold it.

And still it eludes me,
hides in the shadows,
flies with butterflies,
sails with the clouds,
sets with the sun.

Here, it is still here,
quieter than a whisper,
hidden in the greens,
the blues, and browns.
It lies in my empty hand,
it's in my eyes,
and in my blood.

It is still here...