[Feedback Request] The Nomad Heart

Picture a crowd

Of desert people, heads bowed

Driven over dunes

Made weary by the white-hot noons

And burning breeze

Chewing water from the cactus trees

While piously repeating:

“Journeys end with lovers meeting—”

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Never stopping

Limping when they have to, hopping

Mad with heat

Bandaging the blistered feet

Of those reduced to crawling

Still with scattered voices calling

Down the line, like sheep bleating:

“Journeys end with lovers meeting—”

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On they charge

Like fools towards the bright mirage

That none attain

Where lovers wash their feet in rain

And sit at ease

In scattered pairs by poplar trees

That echo with the greeting:

“Journeys end with lovers meeting—”

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That’s the dream

The ancient, universal theme

The human urge

To find a point where paths converge

Concocting some

Unchanging equilibrium

With someone else, that isn’t fleeting

Marked (of course) by lovers meeting—

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No. At best

You walk more slowly two abreast

And sometimes pause

To hover round a common cause

But drift, drift, drift apart

Every day, the nomad heart

More quietly entreating:

“Journeys end with lovers meeting,

Journeys end with lovers meeting.”

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