The Bosom’s Chateau

My heart though torn

Knows not wherein lies the thorn

Is it home each unbalanced wave

Of sentiment unanchored craves?

And if being so

Which is home?

Is it here beneath a starry sky

Held aloft by palm branch and mosque’s cry?

Or is the other the bosom’s chateau?

Mother’s embrace and sun setting o’re emerald show?

Betwixt them is consternation held

Oh sweet loves all t’would meld!

But alas an hour creeps here

When one world as a stock faired

Well enough in ripe time is traded

For another promising page yet unfilled

And in those moments of long-dreamt

Reunion to friend and kin, will soul have wept?

None can say, as of yet