Khartoum Heartbreak.....re the pain

I ....Dreamt of a day where we could be happy, where I could be happy
I dreamt of a day where we would sit on balconies in the sunset and drink mint tea...or cardamon...the only difference is the flavour of essence...but the steam of freshly brewed tea in the evening is the same the smiles are the same the melody of fmaily i the same the commitment and love is ....the same

I.... Dreamt of a day where we treasure home and hold ourselves in high regard,,,where people hold us in high regard where we dont need anything but each other

I....Dreamt of a day where i could trust myself trust my family and of course trust in god

I... Dreamt of a day where I dont feel guilt as I hvae done nothing wrong
simple....
I dreat of a day where my patience runs  through and I see the pleasure of waiting

I dreamt of a day where its a simple khartoum evening the streets hustle queitly as yet another evening falls ...the tea is still hot..... the wind blows and sings perfection.... no chill no heat just ....heartbreak

Khartoum heartbreak the biscuits are from the local grocery.... green doors.... pepsi on the outside pavement yet the biscuits are purely sdanese sitting on my balcony next to my tea as I stare out on the horizon of a heartbroken city
heartbroken by me heartbroken by broken dreams by broken people


I ....Dreamt of a day where I lived in that heartbroen place but with a new heart ready to fix ready to treasure
I dreamt it would be mine
the vast landscape of tommorrow
tommorows treasure in the african desert so faaar away
I dreamt I could conquer my present and sail the seaas to get there
I dreamt it would be mine

I dreamt it would be mine
........hot mint....or cardomon tea as the sun falls in yet another heartbroken khartoum....yet I am with a freshly brewed heart glowing with faith,country love and magic
i dreamt it would be mine......