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Who am I ? Where am I going so fast
Through this highway,bisecting strange lands ?
How alien these green fields that surround this path;
What do they grow? Barley or corn ?
What trees are these that hem in the road;
But I do not know,what these blue fruits are called.
A flock of white sheep on the edge of that field,
An old farmer sits astride his horse.
A bus stops by, strange people alight,
Quenching their thirst,I watch from the shade.
Small chairs are lined uo below the trees,
The heat turns up,so does my thirst.
I think it is late,time to get moving
No one is with me,Iím alone in the shade.
A lass dressed in splendour offers a drink
What does she offer,honey or wine?
She shakes her head when I ask for water.
A blue eyed poet sings,a drink in his hand
I know not the language,of what does he sing;
Of love or of death?
Even the name of the sweet little bird,
That sings from his tree perch,I do not know.
Machines roar in the fields,reminding me
Of tanks in a battle,hungry for blood.
Who am I, what am I doing here?
Suddenly an anxious loneliness flits
Across my heart, like a shadowy cloud
The trees they murmur in menacing whisper
Strangeness surrounds me, deep as the sea
I am pushed into darkness,in despair and fear,
Meekly I give in,to cold ugly pain.
Just as my hands are about to let go,
A music so wondrous falls on my ears.
I open my eyes in surprise and hope
And then I see,the source of that joy.
A dark little boy comes down the hill,
Carelessly attired,dirt on his brow
Long unkempt braids, tied loosely with string,
On top of his crown,a pale feather glows.
He wears a necklace,with a bell for its locket;
In his hands a stick, to guide on his flock.
A small shepherd boy,handsome in parts,
And on his breast, is tattoed the sun.
How lazily he strolls, drinks from a flask,
That then he keeps hung on his arm.
Curious,he glances,down on my face,
then his lips open,dazzling his smile.
A smile that falls,as rain on a desert,
on my weary heart,so lonely,so sad.
O my child your sweet little eyes,
Shower on my spirit flowers of love
I smile in return,the flower of my heart,
I know deep inside, from where you have come.
I know you,my child,though green shine your eyes,
Though you wear a feather,to crown shaggy locks,
Though your breast is tattooed,and you walk with the sheep
I know you by your flute,the melody so divine,
I know by your smile meant only for my soul
I know you my Lord
A touch on my shoulder,itís the girl,
She offers me water,I drink,grateful and glad
I know from the song that the poet now sings
I know from its sadness,that I never walk alone
This land is now my own,home is the heart.