Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Way Home

There is a galaxy in me and
the name of it is you

Sewn and stitched by gravity to your rib

My home
my security, my fence

And I, a vagabond

My heart, to home
like moth to flame
Gypsy feet left to roam

Can ever I unlove, unroot my
heart from your's?

Either way, cursed
cursed to love
cursed to roam

You, my homeland, my nationality,
my birthplace and my heritage, the longitude and latitude, the
place of my intersection, my native tongue, my anthem, my capital,
my proud flag