zondag 29 juli 2012

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