the nomad
I listen for the sound of your voice
rushing on the wind
the touch of your hand
in the reeds on the riverbank
and the taste of your lips
so like the salty tang of the sea

I see you in every man
walking ahead of me
and despair when he turns
and it is not you

You are always near me
even here, even now
when you are so far away
I see you, hear you, taste you
in everything I do, every place I go
and nightly in my dreams

I strain to hear your voice
ache for your touch
and long to taste your sweet kiss
once again

I pray that soon
you'll walk back into my life
give up that nomadic life you lead
put aside your reticence
commit to one thing, one woman
and be joined with me once more.





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--Helen Keller
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