Drifting... (Poetry)

Staring at the sky —
past clouds into the infinite beyond
imagining there's someone gazing back —
a mirror of twin elements at peace —
air and water balancing her trance —
the buoyancy of waves a sedative
that rocks her to this transcendental state.

What vision draws her into other realms
is locked in her expression — perfect calm
breath caught and held forever in its spell —
the space between reality and dreams
is full of drifting fantasies — she seeks
what lies the other side — so high and wide
the blue mountains and dark valleys of the moon.