Two Women of My Heart: A Poem
Two metaphorical women live forever in my heart
New World, my wife with whom I share my dream
and Europe, my mother with whom I chose to part
out of young curious spirit, or maybe out of a whim.
By blood and soul in me a European I'll always be
a son a of millennium old town with an epic past
with air of ethnic sentiment as deep as a sea
and cultural heritage so profound and vast.
As I may listen to Chopin's romantic piano sounds
my heart takes me through streets of the old town
with knights on horsebacks envisioned all around
and a smell of those torches in the air to be found.
Yanked out from my soul's habitat and home
by a passion of a gypsy in search of the new
here I continue my predestined spiritual roam
with no loyalty to tell me what's the next to do.
By drifting from ourselves we never really move
warm embrace of mother no wife makes the same
memories of my childhood no adulthood can remove
so no place can match Europe, that old and noble dame.