Go, my little verse,
Tell her that comes so brightly homeward-bound,
I have beguiled her absence in a trance,
Watching the whirling world, avid, absorbed,
A commentator with no microphone.
I too have travelled to that spangled land,
Imagining her days and incidents,
The catching up, the sharing talk, the calm,
The parting ways, the feelings and 'au revoir'.
Go tell her how the silence of the room
Resounded to her song I thought I heard,
Tell her how trifles kept me occupied,
While in my heart's core I heard her voice,
"Now I'm homeward-bound, let us rejoice."
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1990, in Germany
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