Coming Home

Coming Home

From the earth, you rose,
an unexpected warm rush of wind,
fell into my arms
like you were coming home.
I cradled you within,
wanting to hold on
to the vaporous dream
like a cloud held in the heavens,
but as in  life
you slipped through my fingers
leaving the comfort once shared
in each other's arms
to softly linger.

December 4, 2011
for SCM, who has truly gone home