Where I Belong

In my soul I belong somewhere... I don't know where I belong to. Maybe somewhere to the distand land where cacofony of voices sounds at market place. Where air is full of scent of thyme, sandalwood and yasmine. where the Moonlight shimmers on the sand when warm blood of setting sun soaks into the night. and Wood is cracking in campfire while the flames dance with sworm of sparks where A storyteller spells the otherworlds accompaniend with the voice of the drum The Sea sounds with eternal song Under the starlight the desert rose grows. There I belong . But now am homesick, yet at home dinning with family, yet alone.