The air is drifting
The sunlight seeking
The breath of my eyelashes,
Beating against
You're beautiful face.
The air is winding,
The clouds are spiraling,
Towards the horizon
Spilling out on this soil.
The air is fuming,
The funnel spinning,
And here we were,
Grasping to the Palm Tree,
For dear life and love.
The air is calm.
We tried holding on,
But all that is left,
Is no one but me.
And I realize,
It is not that you were torn away.
But I was.
And I am lost.
....I am so far from home.