Is this how it ends or begins?

Gray again today, I ask "Are you going away?

May I go with you just this once?"

Touched lightly on the cheek, a meek smile,

"Take my hand, but you must follow my plan,

we will soar, and dive, to the depths of alive,

but never let go."

I feel in taking her hand, her energy, as if electricity

coursing through me, suddenly wrapped in the ephemeral

the ethereal she creates, if only for herself on such a journey.

She won't see or hear me, yet I grip her hand more tightly

not asking, just allowed to share her place and space,

with her sense, traveling far beyond mine.

She is a person of history and mystery

I may never truly comprehend or compensate for,

what she knows, or where in her mind she goes

but upon waking, breaking from her day dream

releasing my grip, she asks in a lucid manner

"How was that trip?"

I lacked all reason to explain.