Hover

I feel myself reeching through clouds of dim light, the touch of a hand, an elbow, I wouldn't know if it's me or someone else, or if it's more than one, or it isn't anyone. Even the clouds themselves grab me, anywhere feels like nowhere and they drag me the strangest draw as I feel my arms untouched pass through them. Nothing moves me and I feel them doing so, not doing so. So far from a soil of ceilings, my feet forgot the warm touch of an everlasting story. Now i'm hovering through the suspended myst of a new years promise, I promised myself to let the winds blow my heart away and sooth the flow of blood in my head. Every step not taken this way is your cheek in the pressure of my back. Redness through a soft carrying of our souls through timeless years, branches of hope that join in some place of a road that won't be there if it ever was. One body is taken and the other is appearing in same directions of an horizontal line of thought.