Seeker’s well of longing
Luster’s rush of wanting
keepers apathy of having
the verve pulled down low
wishes are light, frivolous
how to ground they not bow
higher wither they wander
where to winds blow
going the way but one can
bring to form as you owe
crash in wonder
from stars to tracks many toed
Pixy's Musings 
Nice little poem, but I’d like you to continue 😛
Thanks. Yes, I too want to be not gone from here for long periods. You’ll see posts more often.