How
soft
the
light
beckons
within:
fair
bows
the
round window
with
welcome,
it
does.....
Just
the
sight
of the tender spill
of
it,
the
sweet
trail
of vine
laced
about
its
curve....
star-flowers
twined
to
night-fogged
rippled
glass....
just
the
sight
of it comforts me,
brings
Home
close
to my heart.
And
the
garden!
all
a-riot
with
I-know-not-what,
roses
strange
and
familiar,
sweet
grasses
and
lavender
scenting
the
pearl-dusk
air....
Elanor
clinging
to
a hand-hewn trellis....
And
you.
The
same,
yet
different
as
well.
more
quiet
(if
such
a
more there could ever be)
yet
so
free,
so
light
of
heart,
it
does
my heart good.
And
the
dark
gathers close about us,
(a
kindly
dark,
this)
and
the
great
cloak of stars holds us,
silent,
together,
pinned
to
this
place,
this
moment,
this
life,
this
Home.
