The Nomad – written in 2017 for Keystone Garden
A nomad on the quest of a lifetime
In search of almost sure fool’s gold
It’s felt like years since I’ve begun
Need to find the treasure before we get old
Traveling with all five senses
Inspecting every inch of ground
Over heaving mountains of sand
In the moistest of valleys
Through the rain forest’s mounds
So eager when the journey began
No way I couldn’t locate the prize
Now I think its a ghost hunt
Despair, I begin to realize
Searching for the hidden spot
Body and mind aching
Wrist deep in the mire
Oasis of love, mine for the taking
She gave me a map
Told me I can do it
G marks the spot
Just look for the slit
Searching for that hidden spot
Is it a mirage or is it real?
Wrist deep in the mire
Oasis of love, fingers hope to feel