My heart, it is a nomad who wanders to and fro;
Forever seeking that unnamed place where it longs to go.
My heart, it is a traveler of days and endless hours,
Searching for the budding rose among times’ wilting flowers.
My heart, it is a gypsy dancing beneath the moon;
Dreaming of new heavens found to the beating of its’ tune.
My heart, it is a woodland elf who sings out to the trees,
Of its’ aching urge to float out as a leaf upon the breeze.
K. Aldaya, 7/9/15
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