MindWraith

The mist lifts lightly to the sky,  
I, could not reach.
The bedrock that rose from my back
pull around me pierce the mindless blue.
I envy them for their taste of molten gold,
that for me, only a mirage 
swallowed up 
in ceaseless movement.
In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel.
They plunge into my hungry depths
and I, sip on a drop of fire
while they splash 
in the bosoms of longing.