Jan 2017
The Nomad
She sat at the shore of the sea, she needed to breathe.
She wondered if the waves that kissed her feet, were the same that waved his ship.
She traced back his faded embrace,
And how his smile would luster under the cotton shades
He wanted a lady, fresh from a family home
But he had no idea about her nomadic soul.
And little did he know about the abyss in her heart,
And how she dreamed of discovering the stars.
He got a woman possessed by the world,
And all he had built for them was never her home.
He found her lady, but she wore no pearls and bore no cross
For the crowds was her peace and in their wonder she would get lost.
One night she took a road trip to the beach,
Hoping that the sea would satiate her elusive dreams
As she touched the salty water, she wondered if he could see her face in all of those ports,
For she whispered her good-byes and hoped the waves would deliver her love.
*AM
She sat at the shore of the sea, she needed to breathe.
She wondered if the waves that kissed her feet, were the same that waved his ship.
She traced back his faded embrace,
And how his smile would luster under the cotton shades
He wanted a lady, fresh from a family home
But he had no idea about her nomadic soul.
And little did he know about the abyss in her heart,
And how she dreamed of discovering the stars.
He got a woman possessed by the world,
And all he had built for them was never her home.
He found her lady, but she wore no pearls and bore no cross
For the crowds was her peace and in their wonder she would get lost.
One night she took a road trip to the beach,
Hoping that the sea would satiate her elusive dreams
As she touched the salty water, she wondered if he could see her face in all of those ports,
For she whispered her good-byes and hoped the waves would deliver her love.
*AM
