Two Women of My Heart: A Poem
Two metaphorical women peacefully coexist in my heart
New World, the one I married and with whom I share my dreams
and Europe, my mother with whom I happened to part
out of an explorer's spirit, or just out of some youthful whims.
By blood and soul in me a European I'll forever be
son of a thousand year old town with more than an epic past
with kings and wars, and ethnic sentiment as deep as sea
and a cultural heritage so profound and vast.
As I may listen to Chopin's romantic piano sounds
they take me for a night walk on rugged streets of my old town
with ghosts of proud knights on horsebacks to be seen around
and smell of torches in the air everywhere to be found.
Yanked out of my soul's natural habitat and home
by a gypsy's passion to search for something new
here I continue my spiritual roam
with no loyalty telling me what's the next to do.
Drifting away from ourselves we never really move
as warm embrace of mother no woman can make the same
memories of childhood no adulthood can remove
so no woman can match Europe, that old and noble dame.