Mothers
Become mirages
On the desert of my memory
Fathers
Fade into light
On the desert of my memory.
Religion,
Prayers,
Angels,
Devils,
Friends,
Lovers,
Dreams,
Hopes,
Places,
Homes,
Nothing stays true
Or
constant
For the
Nomad Soulmate.
The words I said
and
The deeds I did,
Nothing remains.
Motherland also
Remains a vague memory
I forget the place
Of birth
And get ready to be born again.
I call out to a new land
And
let bygones be bygones.
I wake up to a new conflict
And
let sleeping dogs lie
The nomads in me
Call out to the
Love of the distant
familiar
My
Adventurous Soul
sees
Faces blend
and
Smiles merge.
I turn a new leaf
Just as I forget
the old one,
every day.
Nothing ever stays true
Or
constant
For the
Nomad Soulmate
