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 …