Home Port (Wayward Sailor)...

The ship is returning to port,
     sails billowing in the wind...
Eyes that searched the horizon
     through salty tears
explode in a burst of color and light,
     like the first fireworks of the year
at a traveling carnival,
     amid the laughter and screams
as if in a waking dream
     as the cars file past,
one by one, on their way
     back to hearth and home...
Alone is a state of mind,
     remember it is the heart that is kind
that brings eyesight to the blind,
     if they are willing to see the light
and believe with all their might...
                  05-22-10