Drift Poem by Vision Ghost

Maybe a fellow voice I hear, that be on the coldest wind
As I do float up and onwards, to seek the light unpinned
Still yet in motion, my body releases that was once inside
This raising of my myself, to touch the height of my reside

Elevating toward levels above that, which be the physical
Trace fingers across the ceiling, yet my body lay horizontal
Floating without gravity, unspoken my natures boundaries
Turn to me sleeping there, of this freedom of physiologies

As I leave my sleeping shell, my own entity begins to rise
As if the dawn of the sun rises, raise up my silhouetted guise
To finally experience freedom, broken are my insecurities
Flying toward the door, and pass through timber forgeries

Yet so invisible I am, to the conscious eyes of fellow man
Twist in air and touch my toe, see all that my abilities can
Perceptions beyond condemnation, as I can be anywhere
Passive journeys and gliding, to dark space and of the air

No cold I feel, no gravity abound, sensations turn inward
That consciously I explore, this new founding so onward
Pastures of the evening, before the moon is to be my light
I stop to settle on branches, watching the landscape delight

Shadows form new dimensions, from this shade to the next
That these descriptions in my mind, forming the lyrical text
Before the environment turns to the darkness of this night
Like ghosts further to a new location, spirit unbound in flight

As no endurance is felt in the passing, for this timeless way
So I maybe above you at night, witness the end of your day
Inquisitive and so careful, I do not disturb the natural state
For the coming of the time, when I hinder to return in fate

To my resting place where my flotation, of a spirit unbound
Drawn by the peace of a world, at night and so resting sound
Purity of the sleeping of me, to a place of leaves and sticks
Of stone and wood, beneath a surface the measurement of six