Caravanserai A gentle breeze or lightning..This glancing life is like a morning star.. A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea in a storm.. A dancing dream of all eternity.. The sand was shimmering in the morning light And dancing off the dunes so far away.. The night held music so sweet, so long And there we lay until the break of day.. We woke that morning at the onward call Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full The sun was rising in the eastern sky.. Just as we set out to the deserts cry Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you.. The tents grew smaller as we rode away.. On earth that tells of many passing days.. The months of peace and all the years of war The lives of love and all the lives of fears.. Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you... We crossed the river beds all etched in stone And up the mighty mountains ever known Beyond the valleys in the searing heat Until we reached the caravanserai... Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you... What is this life that pulls me far away.. What is that home where we cannot reside.. What is that quest that pulls me onward My heart is full when you are by my side... Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you....
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 18:23:49 +0000
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