Flesh and Bones

I am not just flesh and bones, I am the space between two vast mountain ranges and the depth that swoops below. I am the gray mist that takes on form and touch and kiss everything. I seep into cracks and crevices and swoon beneath stark beauty ...I ride high on plumage wings. I am nothing and every tangible thing, but never still. I feel the sunlight I feel the rain. I am ageless and timeless, a void in the dark hollow, feeling the embrace of doom but never fear. For I am more than flesh and bones. Deep in slumber, these words stirred up, provoking me to write them down.