Where do I belong a homeless being in the universe?
If not in your arms, my eternal dwelling.
I race with shooting stars and find myself first.
How much have I seen in those eyes?
Diamond, rubies and heaven revealed.
And the mystery that is your grace;
I am puzzled in my endeavor to love.
For being in your arms, seems a lifetime away.
And now only in your shadow I lay,
To preserve my heart from the scorching time.
Come to me before dunes bury me away.
My lips have parted; so drip life in them.
In this desert you are a leafy shrub
And the last drop of a dying oasis.
Listen to me: before the sun your silhouette is majestic,
And inside a home awaits me.
A poem by Tonny Wandella