A beautiful Tessimond poem

Hello friends

I have been away for a while and unable to find access to blog. Hope to be back in full shortly but meanwhile I would like to share a super blog I have found at http://davesdistrictblog.blogspot.com/ where I found amongst many interesting posts another Tessimond poem I think is beautiful: See what you think:

When I first met you I knew I had come at last home,
Home after wandering, home after long puzzled searching,
Home after long being wind-borne, wave-tossed, night-caught,
Long being lost;
And being with you as normal and needful and natural
As sleeping or waking; and I was myself, who had never
been wholly myself; I was walking and talking and laughing
Easily at last;
And the air was softer and sounds were sharper
And colours were brighter and the sky was higher
And length was not measured by milestones and time was not measured by clocks….
And this end was a beginning…
And these words are the beginning of my thanks.
A.S.J.Tessimond

Oh that the world would think like that!
love to all.