In Exile
p. 86 · Read in the full issue
When you return to that strange place called Home, you’ll find That memory will keep you from contentment and will bind You, heart and soul, to islands that you knew and grew to love . . .
You will remember frangipani trees like candles in the dusk. And sapphire seas That surged in lacy froth upon the beach, with each wave breaking high as if to reach The island’s heart . . . You will recall a night when all the world seemed silvered by the light Of tropic stars. And you will ache to see the tasselled beauty of the futu tree; And herons walking on the reef at noon; and midnight shadows on
the calm lagoon . . .
You will remember these with such sweet pain, and will not rest till you return again To islands that you knew, and grew to love—so long ago.