If I come to you across the ocean,
If I come to you wet and cold as the sea,
If I came to you, not knowing that I came,
Like an old road lost and traveling in the mist,
If bent trees rattle in the wind-gusts,
If I veil with sunglasses as an umbrella,
If you are stone when you look at me,
And yet you stay to be my home,
Then my eyes are filled with noon light,
And I am dancing restless as the waves,
In the all-night place on the island,
I am home to see what I can become.
Laurie Dahl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-castle/
