On a moon’s fortnight borne of your
berth on waters I’ve
traveled, long as a longing can,
I slip the canvas sails of this ship
Released unfurled into the
Open ocean of you – I’m pulled
Taught by a firm but steady wind
Like your breath against my skin
As the rise and fall of each exhale
Manifests the course and direction
Of my heart, my yearning reflected
In the dying sky at the brink of abandon,
A meteoric rise lights your eyes
Sets awash, in marlin greys and
Whispering pinks, this morning of
My dawn emotions:

Yes, I’m coming home,
I’m coming home to you.

© K. James Ribble