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.
