stumbling over the sky

There is a feeling I am trying to convey.
That expanding, rising, fullness,
electric fierce joy,
while I face the sky.
The land at the edge
the place that exists
just there
waiting
A part of me already there
the rest trying to join/meld
always
Threads of indigo light
connecting the pieces
leaving me whole

Rising
Trying to see,
I am still
yet
effervescent
Rising
to meet
you.

(That started out as a haiku, but felt too confined in the framework of just 3 lines.)

I think that it will take many efforts to try and describe this feeling.
As I stumble over the words.....