I See Thee Through

I see thee through long whispering grasses, touching my face with your tips. I can sense you somewhere but cannot see you, I hear chatter but discord, as if you are near, but I am not quite there yet. Currents of cool air dynamically blow at the resistance of the shape of my face. Mapping my details to go further into the whispering grasses and sit down, with loved ones I’ve known in ethereal pose and outer dimensions.