Presence

Smell of warm air, coming so far from beyond touch of the high winds. Which is the touch of you, the touch of you is warming to my skin. The love you had for me is like the love of an angel. My love for you was bigger than any heart your soul gone high in the clouds of the mist in the air. Your body down in the soil of dirt and in the ashes of fire. But your smell, touch, soul are near but i can not see or touch you, but i can feel your presence all around me.