Port of Call Revisited …
away beyond the drowning sun,
on a talcum beach,
I sit alone,
not lonely,
the rowdy clatter resounding within my frantic heart,
suddenly stilled,
freeing my tomorrows,
from a torrent of sorrows,
and,
strolling along that talcum beach,
alone,
not lonely,
I knew at once,
then,
all that I know now,
that home is here,
with you,
my very all,
and that at very long last,
I am home,
my final port of call …