What's above?

What's above?

The blue is high above and every which way I turn
My heart thuds as the bright light stares down and its heat grows in me.

A tiny creature with elegant long arms hugs the air freely, suddenly sweeps downwards as though the bright light demanded it.
My head then swoons from side to side, weightless
Another willing capture by the light.

White smoke suspended now among the blue, perhaps guarding the creatures beneath.
Like the closing of a door in a dark room, my skin cools
Unhooked from the light,  no longer captive.

Awakening, love sick and driven indoors.