Domicile of the Soul

Atop a Jet stream
You flew into me.
Crushing hands
excitedly held me
and in an instant
we were home.

I now know
Why I felt so displaced
Out-of-place,
Homeless.
Within,
‘though corded,
my soul’s home is with
& within Yours.

We both know …
Knowledge
Undeniable
Conscious &
Comprehend.

Years of dust
beneath the sheets
hid only our wait.

We wait a wee bit
longer
for You to hear me say:
“Honey, I’m home.”