Fog Fancy Feeling

out side here floating in wisp reaching into aimless futility holding fast to free falling tendrils flailing in crosshatch swooping loops melting like youthful memories of dreams of yesterday that fester away to yellow pollen clouds of disappearing dust twisting into dark eternity breaking concentration shattering decisiveness To catch your freely flying fears and comfort them To soft caress your chill soft skin in sudden flowing warmth Hold you close against the cold of ever waiting dark This ever twisting wisp of nether ever tries to loose my tether as I reach in one more try To touch your feelings calm your soul and make you whole to soar and fly