Dark night
I cannot find the way
or open the door
I must rest for a time
and find you later
as the caravan winds its way
across the desert
Meanwhile I read you
and care.
Caravanserai: (Ancient Persian to Old French; camp and palace) an inn or hostel along the ancient Caravan trade routes; along the Silk and Spice Road, a shelter where travelers and traders sold and exchanged perfume and essential oils, herbs, spices, ideas - stories of their lives and traditions; shelters from the harshness and danger along the caravan route.
5 Comments:
Oh Fran. I am tempted to come back and wait with you but no one should travel alone in this remote land. Riding the camel is not easy and the winds keep covering the path. It is so easy to become lost. Perhaps when you are ready you could get on Destinys back and join us for a night. I hope Destiny has not caused you any trouble at Donkeys, Inc. Before I left my visual world I cleaned out my mailbox and found a letter from you after you returned from your trip into the past. Forgive my lapses. Jane
Come along, come along!
Rest for a little while Fran but do, as Jane says and stay with the group. It is too dangerous to venture away from the protection of the main caravan.
Speak when you are ready. One cannot twist the hand of a silent muse.
Lavengro and the gypisies have travelled many roads and fear nothing. They will stay with you while we ride on but I hope you can join us soon - you are missed every step of the way.
I enjoyeed reading this
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