I would then, Stay .

I am a nomad of thoughts

Sometimes I flicker from wisdom into oblivion , And then I'm gone,

As if I had never existed.

Sometimes I stroll through the woods, whose grasses have withered,

With my own tiny, trembling feet.

Sometimes I stare at trees, which I assure you, with a faint belief, have grown older with me.

Sometimes I become a lone audience - To the trickling drops of water, Traveling to some place

I can only imagine.

Sometimes I'm in the middle of daily cacophony

Where shoulders are brushed

Yet none ever meet.

Sometimes I'm in a glittery sunshine

Or a sparkling dusk

But Both of which entice me with superficiality.

In all of these times , Wherever I am,

I am not.

I'm like those who never wander,

like those who've never seen a tree,

And never felt the rain.

I'm one whose dusks are darkest

And whose dawns hold no sunshine.

It's like I've never been there

Wherever I've been.

It's like I've always been distant,

Not here,

Away.

I am a nomad with a careless mind

And in all the wandering,

I never stay,

Not even momentarily.

I fall like a snowflake - Melting over the black brazen road,

Becoming smoke again,

Being nothing again.

But

If you could read it all,

Whatever grossly misunderstood prose

I've scribbled,

If only you could listen to me sing poetry.

If you could sing along with me and this band of nocturnal crickets

If you could - Just Look at me

While I sing it all for you—

Those unbaked songs that I could never make.

If you could just be there, 

With your enchanting silence.

If you could slip deep into sleep

But not too far away. And 

dream around us

And all that holds us together.

If you could trust till utter devastation,

If you could believe this disbeliever.

If you could breathe And blink your eyes

While I ask you For nothing,

but an eternity,

I would then, Stay.