Running on Air

How are you doing that?
You look as light as a feather.
Is that where your new place is at?
Do you like it up there better?
Have you become winds in late hours,
Sending shivers down my spine?
Or maybe that white blooming flower,
Whose beauty I cannot define?
Perhaps you’re a star in the night sky,
A star whose light won’t cease.
Almost like my least favourite goodbye;
Almost like my only missing piece.
Maybe you’re the only warm home,
When it’s freezingly cold outside.
Like a safe space I can roam,
The only place where I can hide.
Have you turned into the coastline,
Before the showers finally let go?
Or have you become the sunshine,
That instead creates a rainbow?
You’ll never answer these things,
Despite appearing everywhere.
But maybe one day I’ll grow wings,
To run along you on this air.