Friday, May 19, 2006

Boomerang

Away you go,
following your dream.
The rider into the sunset.
In search of new adventures,
In search of a young bride.
Leaving behind the village.
Always yours but not what you call home.
The village knows,
You'll come back
In new clothes
In new emotions.
Always,
you'll come back
To the quiet days
Of quiet lives
Of past loves
You never acknowledged,
But will when the ferocious night sets in
And you're all alone
In a forest far away.

2 comments:

How do we know said...

Beautiful!! Just plain that.. beautiful!! I don't know if this is part of ur regular style.. this one feels so different!!

Wriju said...

I know the village ;-)