The Smell of Air

the smell of air
in drizzle where
time traveling I arrived

was such a rush
of feelings lush
which somehow had survived

the many years
and all the tears
the joys and pleasures too

as all alone
it felt like home
the way that I once knew

as mists of time
dispersed to find
the way I used to feel

when I was young
and in among
my senses' raw appeal

when every day
was me at play
as enchantment oozed

in sun or rain
I felt the same
excited and amused

with feelings lush
inside the hush
somewhere in my mind

the drizzle there,
the smell of air
transported me through time