Why is it that every single time I have to leave you, even just for a short while, I feel an ache that paralyzes me and turns my heart cold?
Why is it that I cannot bear to be away from you?
What power do you possess that can chain me down and make me fight whenever I must break away?
What is hidden in your core that talks to me, haunts me, taunts me and sometimes ignores me?
Who made you my shield, when I was not looking for something to protect me?
Who made me yearn to be with you, always?
You are just a place – ground, grass, trees, stone, sky….beautiful, endless sky…
There is not much of you – mountains, dessert, valleys, plains…merging together…as one…
A land – torn, split, ravaged by hate….standing alone…like me…victorious…
Prevailing – despite.
And maybe we are one…
because maybe you were made for me…
and I for you…
and the reason you hold me tight…
is because I will not let you go.
So dear, dear land…
Wait for me, for just a little while.
I’ll be back with more resolve to remain faithful to you.
And you and I can continue waiting, together.