The Mist

I'm on my deck and it's dark.
I can't see the moon through the clouds but I know it's there. I can feel it as if it's a part of me.
The mist surrounds me, it's soft.
I feel myself being lifted, softly.
I'm floating not flying .
I'm passing through and above the trees.
I smell everything.
It's quiet and as it should be.
I'm floating over the ocean and I see the dark, whipping waves. The power.
I'm a part of it.
It's a part of me.
I'm being gently placed on land.
Now I can see the waves hitting the shoreline. The power.
It's a part of me and I'm a part of it.
I feel my feet slide into the soft sand.
They're being caressed.
I sit and I'm hugging my knees in wonder.
I take one hand and fill it with sand and watch it slowly float down to the beach.
I do the same with the other hand.
It's as if every granule represents a feeling, a thought, a time, a wish, a dream.
I reach with both hands now and hold them up as an offering to whatever Gods or Spirits there are.
It gently slips away.
It's a part of me and I'm a part of it.
I bow my head and I feel an Angels Wings softly wrap around me.
Everything is so soft.
Her hands on my face with such a gentle caress as barely there.
"You are you...that's all you ever need to be."
Is it a whisper or something I hear in my head?
I feel glorious, powerful, at Peace.
Back where I was never having left at all I look around with wonder.
This is not Just a house, this is a part of me. Of what I made it. Of what I envisioned. Of what I live for.
I smell the trees and the air.
I feel the mist.
I see.
I see what I feel.
It's a part of me and I'm a part of it.
It's me

 

I don't usually write poetry.
This one just came and seemed to flow without me knowing what would come next.
I know it means something it I can't figure it out.'im breaking it down and that isn't working.