Homeless No More

HOMELESS NO MORE Soul at home with itself In old shoe or snail shell, Fits in or out of the foam - Sole or roof - always at home. First meeting your love that day, Know at once what she will say, Hug without thinking on the shore, Unknown but knowing her from before, With every fibre of every sense. A seashore of experience, Smell touch sound taste sight, Engulfs the flooding bight. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. NOTE The first meeting with your true love commonly causes a feeling that you’ve known her before.