The Stuff that Clouds are Made of

Your embrace is the stuff that clouds are made of
The drop of rain in a drought
Gone on for centuries
Remaining after decades of prayer and sacrifice
The enclosure of your arms
Is my escape
From turmoil and regret
When I can no longer bear
The thought of my thoughts taking over
Consuming me
It is your arms that are my home
I am homesick for you
It is a constant never ending pang
In which I get by
By imagining the elements that compromise you
The quizzical looks that come my way
The heavy tinkle of laughter
The softness of breath
The shiver of fragrance that makes it way to me
Your embrace is the stuff that clouds are made of
Clouds that take me far beyond the stratosphere of here and now
To a place of then and when
To you and us.