…and you regain yourself on the way home,
At dawn, at dusk, at an instant of existence.
- Where are you? The angels sing softly.
Capri Diem GPS in hand – Atlantique? Sahara?
- look around, what do you see? They try to help.
- anything you know or can tell? - Anything?
Much needed zephyr, longed-for voices. O, angels!
- I see a star falling in dunes warmest. Beauty, I see.
… and you gain home on your way home,
Free of haste essence of time – grace and bounty.
Waiting for a Fernette to come for tea and sweet all.
For, beauty is your motherland. For, love is your home.