The Air Between My Fingers

To see in every direction hiding every misconception over rainbows and seeing through glass globes like there is another side to this world and everything is perfect, on the surface. My eyes rise and rise reaching to new heights dilating in the sunlight crystal clear irises meeting glass walls and waterfalls where there is no end...just where do we begin when my hand has nothing to grasp but the air between my fingers where every thought lingers and lingers. One day my vision will not blur into your eyes and you will see where there is just you and there is just me.