The Speckles

The speckles in the air flow so freely between the stories of the trees

The babies of there leaves have released there offspring

Flying alone looking for a new stem to grow from

Alone but with purpose

The leaves of the palm remind me of home

A home that is no longer tangible

The speckles in the air fly higher than the sky

The particles that fall off of the ends of their past

Left to fly alone in a world they didn’t ask for

Alone but with no purpose

The leaves of the pine remind me of home

A home that is being taken

The speckles in the air search for their future

A future that has not been told

The speckles in the air fly by my eyes

As my tongue spits out lies

The speckles in the air sore into my core

Kindling the spark across the hills

The hills sprinkled with stars

My star has died

Flying through the sky and inspiring the ones who have yet to give up