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?