Muse

For  Shakespeare had a muse

and for her he writes

I look up for someone

Who lets my thoughts go kites

In the Turbulence of Desert Dunes

In the escapes of tides

In  the silent murmurs of lonely roads

Up  on the mountains covered in whites

Under the cover of history that eludes

In the myths of lost times

In the relics  from frontiers

with  a story of big time

In the expanse of Forts and Palaces

In the diamond and rubies once worn by

On the benches of dusty stations

and trains and  Airplanes for me to fly

When the rebel in me had his time

I realized I haven't  found mine

For what I needed was not the journey to the places

For what I needed was journey deep inside.