Somewhere where I am not

People call me crazy, a mad woman
and I tell them that how my mind takes me to different places and washes me in different cultures

around different people Somewhere I am laying underneath the dark starry skies where all of me is consumed by the mystical moist air somewhere I am waiting for trains 
for people
for rains Somewhere I'm dancing in a silk slit gown for a lover and somewhere I'm singing songs of woman hood,
somewhere I'm a misunderstood woman walking out of a cheap pub and somewhere I'm puffing cigars with whores, listening to their melancholic stories
It's hard to stay in one place when my heart jumps to reach for infinite

My Beloved Departure

We live in a place for years and not document it's streets, the culture, the food, the people, their ideologies
the history and the art
the scents and the seas 
the warmth in the breeze 
and on departure we wish to soak all of it in, 
we creep around the pillars, 
we stop and stare at the land like it's gold 
with so much sand it glitters, 
we drench our selves in scents, in ouds and in lobans, 
we smell more like the city than ourselves 
and I think that's the thing about departures, 
they uproot our soul and plant seeds of treasuring, of longing and memories.