I was born in other times

I was born in other times
roaming the earth 
traceless falcon across the sky

a satchel filled with kindness,
a versatile cloak
light traveler lifting little dust

journeys of unknown horizons
the destination 
an aspiration  

unseen winds
a silent celestial map
guiding slow noble caravans

a glass of tea, salt and bread
given and received
with a hand upon the heart

amidst bustling markets                                
languages learned effortlessly
the tongues of storytellers unfurling colors

carpets exquisite to the touch
under the shade of an oak tree
exchanging verses on beauty and wine

the scent of burning wood
the crispness of the air
the prayer of dawn

I was born in other times.

Artwork Courtesy of our featured Artist Hassan Zahreddine