in the air

[Brownlie]

There you are, there you aren’t.
It’s far too poetic to be real.

You’re light is artificial, then it’s real.
You confuse me.
You make me want to feel things that everyone wants to feel.
I’m scared, you come too close.
You go too far.

But. I’m transfixed.
Something so simple can be something so beautiful,
But nothing can be so easy.
I want you,
I want to show you, I want to be you.

Can you be captured,
In children’s jars, in children’s dreams?
I’ve seen you here tonight,
Come and go
Float past my face,
Stop and go, stop and go.

And then there you are,
You’re just a thing,
A beautiful thing.
You are all that we all want to be,
And you are completely unaware.

Not bad, I would urge you to elaborate on what is artificial and what is real.