United Arab Emirates

By The Holy Fire – Khalid Albudoor

On those nights
I stood long in front of oceans
Letting the waves crush violently
Under my feet.

I used to wait
For winds of words to come
And carry me
So I could breathe the smell of lakes
I would warm myself
By the holy fire
On islands’ edges
Listening to chants of ancient people
Echoing from the depth of caves.
On those nights
The earth
Was not enough for me.
I flew too far away
Carrying some dreams
With tired wings and
A few hopes.
I was still weak
When the storms
Thundered in distance.

Decades later
I realize how painful this voyage was.
But to stay
Is more painful.
For that
I left my heart in the winds
Of words and dreams.

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 All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber

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