A Journey Home

To touch her hand and taste her lips, I’ll fly
I’ll feel my body rise above the ground
She’ll feel my spirit somewhere in the sky
And tell me of her love without a sound
The wind will move the clouds as she moves me
The clouds will gather for the coming rain
A storm bound only by intensity
A passion which the clouds cannot contain
My downward arc is nothing like a fall
It’s guided by her will and by her breath
It traces like an answer to her call
The way that love transcends both life and death
A glimpse of glory tempts me not away
For I am home, and home is where I’ll stay

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