There’s something in the air 
In the way it moves around
The living and the dead
It carries a new sound 
Alien and profound
It bleeds in and it seeps 
Reaching further than skin deep

There’s something in the breeze 
It has much to say 
In mystifying whispers 
The strange leaning of the trees
In the writhing of the leaves
Detaching from their seams
By off-season guillotines 
Shimmer-sharpened by the breeze
It moans against the skin 
In tongues we now don’t speak 
In tormented suffering 
But all that we can see 
Is the stirring of the leaves
In their swaying canopies 

There’s something in the air 
A blinding glitter everywhere
But the motes of light are still
While a cosmic storm prepares  
A million miles away
Thickening, darkening 
Marking time until 
It comes crashing, smashing in
Sweeping us all in
Its alpha and omega waves 
In beginnings and endings
Lips everywhere 
Spilling the same prayers
As with our souls bared
We fuse, we unify
With something new in the air.