The North star has been true and the trade winds have been a friend. I set my ship towards the west and listen for the ringing bell that marks the way home. The lights of land are not far now and I am weary. The sea is a good friend, but your arms are what I long for. The laughter of children and a place to lay my burdens down lingers in my mind. So as the moon goes low and the sun comes up on the eastern horizon, I look for the inlet that will lead to safe harbor. I come home now to my love, racing on the morning tide to see my home again.