The opened window
The hasty wind
The strange creatures clinging to the trees
It was him
Floating from city to city
His chair remains empty
Waiting to be filled
The opened window
The hasty wind
The strange creatures clinging to the trees
It was him
Floating from city to city
His chair remains empty
Waiting to be filled
A thanks to Earth,
Immigrant I thought I had left my home
Here to a new place where I did not belong
But as I saw the moon I did not feel so alone
Comforted by what I knew, I stared into space
The clouds looked familiar
And between the cracks of grey sky I found my place
The stars knew me and the sun could relate
Then I understood
The earth is vast and it does not discriminate
(By me, July 2016)