always moving air seeker *life written within the structure of her bones

I miss the presence of you . in the back of my lungs

hope you’re well with that soul of yours

that always seeks adventure

belonging to the world,

always gliding

with the stardust on your arms

and catching low sunsets,

a wanderer set in the humming of restless willows

and blooming dreams,

with wings build within those pained,

heavy structures

muscles always flexing, yearning for more space

footsteps moving in whispers

white and teak feathers

embracing

the ground

leaving a trail of you in everything you touch

I miss you

in the hours of our shared time,

yet knowing you need to fly on your own

but pass me by sometimes as the dawn filters light between your fingertips

just as it does with mine

the same sunrays touch our skin,

and it is the same moon that guides our paths

because in the end,

we are all tiny starseeds

just searching for a home