Nation's Tapestry

The curve of your back resembles that of the earth

And your skin is the color of soil.

Though my skin is light,

I have not come to toil or colonize this land.

Guide me,

Here is my hand.

Sacred rituals are stitched within the fabric of your being.

Like a flag,

That holds its nation's pride,

your tapestry has wings,

       unafraid to be seen.

Would you mind if I take cover

Under you?

And though I am not one to be a lover,

What lies under the surface of material?

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We are souls that dance to color.

And colors are phases of the moon,

Come to visit every so other,

saying goodbye all too soon.

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My love,

I must leave.

For a nomad always has new shores to see

And the breeze of the ocrean

Helps me feel like I can breathe.

Though I will be gone,

the embroidery of you

Is woven into my tapestry

And I feel new.

For you are a part of my country,

'tis of thee.