I seek much from you, England

Another of foreign blood, graceful upon your shores

As I can't ask to belong, I ask for one hand only

One of which gives wholeness and belonging

To those long left wondering upon foreign shores

The exact opposite, a social butterfly

He flutters effortlessly, made for this world, basking and enlightened

Whilst others merge into the night, now invisible, now lightless

All shadow dwellers, all deprived of him

But you warm my life with hospitable tales

That can only be appreciated, not ever trivial, never ever smirked upon

But of pivotal importance left to resonate in the soul

If I can never communicate my gratefulness in speech, forgive me

Eternal, my gaze gives away soul worship

For eternity, a celestial fire piercing and engulfing my being

If still unsensed, undelivered

I can only celebrate you in this verse

With tears beating down upon this head

Natasha Haidar  © 2004