It was in the air and is no longer there

That night something was in the air

It would fly and rejuvenate my flair

For infatuation and care

It would dust my soul down

And with mirth my heart would crown

Something was in the air that night

It would efface my fright

And to may arid garden

The rain it could summon

And there a red flower would plant

Thus life it would grant

With abundant love I would build the tower

From over which I could behold my red flower,

For its survival I would seek

And any lurking foe I would break

But “now” nothing is in the air

Only agony is in there,

Weakening my flair

 For tenderness and care    23.12.2009