I am the wisp of smoke... // by Abby T. (October 2017)

I am the wisp of smoke
that you can't capture
I am the sunset in the distance
that fills your soul with rapture

I am the thing that you are sure
lives under the bed
I am that thought you can't remember
that toys with your head

I am that delightful secret
your best friend told
I am that star in the sky
that you wish you could hold

I am the fireflys out your window
that glitter in the night
I am the shadows in the day
that fill you with fright

What am I?
You desperatly plead
I am that library book
you have yet to read