AMID - The road through the clouds

The road through the clouds
Somewhere above the peaks where darkness drips from the sky,
I leave traces on the surface that moves.
The path is a tangle of light threads,
I start from a point that does not exist.
Ref:
Every move opens a new gate,
we pass through images that are not real.
The land changes its face, its colors float,
and we are just lines in an eternal vortex.
All we know fades into the distance
we dissolve in the air you breathe.
The world is just a moment that won't end
and we twist in it, without beginning, without end.