Something so subtle and gentle
Something like the peacock feather
Light and faint
Something that stiffens the bristles of hair in your arms.
Something quiet and laidback
Something deep and calming
Something that leaves you dazed.
Something that takes your breath away.
Something without contours.
Something that tickles,
Something that rains butterfly kisses,
Something that can be hot and cold at the same time.
Something like dark chocolate.
Something like morning coffee
Something that’s a fantasy
Something that’s a dream.
Something that’s a fairy tale.
Something that’s an epic.
Something that is legend,
Something that is substance.
Something like the well worn sweater,
Something like the dog-eared leather bound volume,
Something like the familiar comforter,
Something that’s your hiking boots.
Something in the shadows.
Something like the wisps of the wind
Something like the chill of the winter.
Something like the mellow sunlight
Something like the clear sky
Something like the balmy noon.
Something that whiffs like the morning mist
Something soothing like the hanging moon
Something tranquil like the stillness of the night
Something like the lengthening silence.
Something like the fathoms of the ocean,
Something like the monsoons,
Something like the dense woods
Something like the taut wire
Something smooth and hard like the marble.
Something like the autumn leaf
Something like the haunting melody.
Something off the beaten track.
Something like the evening walk.
Something brooding with heaviness
Something whispering nothingness in your ears
Something that never spells
Something laden with meaning.
Something that’s an escape.
Something that’s a holiday.
Something that’s a trek.
Something that’s adventure.
The sepia tinted old photo album.
The remembered fragrance.
Spice wafting from the kitchen,
Something you come home to.
Something like a myth?
Something that’s a gift.