Nomad soul

(22 august 2005)

Tunes of winds again are here
Whispering gently in my ear:
“Why do you not heed our call?”
I do not have wings… I’d fall.

Chilly waters touch my feet
And the sea begins to speak:
“Why not dive for Neptune’s crown?”
I am human… I would drown.

Golden flames of burning hay
Blaze the night and dare to say:
“Why not dance with us and turn?”
I am made of flesh… I’d burn.

There’s no path to call my own,
There’s no place to call “a home”,
For I am just a nomad soul
That has to wander, all alone.


~ by Winter Snowfall on 18/05/2018.

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