in the morning dewdrops formingn
on every blade of grass,
on car windows without warning
'though it doesn't last -

Sun keeps rising from horizon
evaporation starts
disappearing moisture we're in,
unseen it then departs

into the haze which has for days
blown in from afar
smoke from burning, skies grey turning,
forests still on fire

climate changing air exchanging
visions in the sky -
sometimes everything's so strange in
how we are tied

in the morning, in the evening
in the dead of night
we keep coming and then leaving
although we're out of sight

just by thinking we are linking
embraced in an unseen
eye to eye and never blinking
telepathic beam...