Set Against The Sky

Set against the glowing sky I hang between, a cloud no two lends credence to my thoughts. Have you not appeared to drift away, or have you not arranged to instead stay. Look now, to you I'm not elusive I'm now caught, while in your hand I shaking test the borders where you are and I will or I will nought speak of others like this caught. Muscles seldom used are used by you, each eye you use the colors choose to see where I have been as budding flowers change. Reflections, chase the shadows on the wall so either stay or go impressions on the window pane to me they seem to look some what like you.