A meeting of souls

When I first met you
I knew I had come at last home,

Home after wandering,
home after long puzzled searching,

Home after long being wind-borne
wave-tossed, night-caught,

Long being lost;

And being with you
as normal and needful and natural

As sleeping or waking;

and I was myself,
who had never been wholly myself;
I was walking and talking and laughing
Easily at last;

And the air was softer
and sounds were sharper

And colours were brighter
and the sky was higher

And length was not measured
by milestones

and time was not measured
by clocks.

And this end was a beginning.

And these words are
the beginning of my thanks.

A.S.J.Tessimond