@Jane Dougherty, remember how weeks ago, I said I wanted to try your form? Well, here it is! I took a couple of liberties with it, based on how the poem was flowing.
Upon the currents of the air,
Bare as the trees’ black arms against the sky,
Slyly moves this sentiment,
Lent to me through somber flesh and blood,
Flooding all my caverns through:
True that I am not complete, but lost,
Tossed in harsh currents like the tide;
Aside from nothing, nothing is bereft,
Left longing for Unknown; the feel
Peels off my body with astringent ease–
Trees understand, are reaching far,
Star-high beyond this planet; something there
Tears at my limit out of turn;
Yearns now the body as it lingers on.