The Faces of My Three Homes

My given destiny, a meanderer… Saigon bloomed in endless joy To see its colors faded, a mournful night, Yellow flags with three red stripes, Lowered by the southern dwellers, Succumbed a war to the heroic Vietcong, Vietnam, north and south, I stood in the middle. London dwelt in my heart, ever… Her soul, destroyed by the terrorists, Had nothing left but yesterday’ scars; Her face, a rose less rosary. Huntington beach wandered without me, Searching for cyan joy, But once a storm had wrecked her pier, Her heart held the souvenir that ever lingered. In the vortexes of three continents, I called my god.