I once met a nomad, an interesting fellow.
Quite intelligent and genuinely mellow.
Moving in and out of circles never staying too long
Just a spectator of others looking for what’s wrong
Others may have envied his life apparently care free
A chameleon of sorts some may agree
The nomad and I would meet in the garden
Engaging in ligneous banter that silence would pardon
In our differences we found our path
The wind, sun and eternity in common we hath
While others looked for structure in common
He struggled for moments of refrained abandon
The nomad would drink til the well was dry
A spectator of his own life far and nigh
While he may be a fox and a hunter
deep within him was the boy and the lover
but for real love he hungers, and
While believing he makes his fate… Fate has made him:
a nomad in search of that one love. As for me,
I’ve become a flower carefree because of Love.
*Daisy Raisler
Daisy Says: Freedom is a state of mind.
