Blessed is she who sees the star of her soul as the light that is seen in the port from the sea. – Inayat Khan

This ship speeds over the darkling waters

with the moon shining down, a glimmering path of light highlighting the waves that

slap against its sides . . .

In the distance is the stony island where the ancient tower with its beams of light shining through the turret openings on the highest level, flickering across the stone walls:  the lighthouse where You wait for me to come home finally, once and for all.

And You will never say No.

Shall we dance?