Looking at the sky <br />watching the clouds go by <br />Hearing the traffic on the freeway <br />The smell of downey fresh clothes in the air <br />The cool breeze upon my face <br />and the wind in my hair <br />In the midst of all this <br />I see your face, in the clouds <br />In the rumbling traffic i can hear you <br />calling my name <br />Telling me you love me <br />and your coming home<br /><br />Phats Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-12/
