Skipping in the Mist

And if I skip along in the mist
Never touching ground,
Would it really matter much to anyone?
Flit around the trees,
Moving mountains, leaving stones,
Dirt between my toes for a moment,
Shuddering with the current of the raging river,
Blown down by the vexatious wind,
I am not ignoring you, no,
Don't take it that way,
I do think of you from time to time,
And then get blown again,
Skipping through the mist,
Never touching ground,
Feel the soft touch of my fingers,
That was them on your cheek the day
You felt a spider web caressing you.
I was the pleasing sound of the song
You almost heard in the pause
That long summer day in the woods,
The dappled shadows, the sweet
Wild strawberries crushed underfoot.
Yes, it was always me,
Trying to tell you
That I am not ignoring you,
I am skipping through the mist,
Never touching ground.