Madness or something like it

gentle winds carress my shoulders
the light brings fantasy to my eyes
the view i have from a far
there they are
and laughing in a fancy way

every step, every movement, every drop
creates a music right now
and the cold breeze hugs me from my back
sending chills to my body
it is in slow motion
as my eyes make every blink
searching for warmth in the madness surrounding me
my head is spinning
my body is gliding through the air
i am lost

*a poem written while on the verge of falling asleep at work