Two Sides

To my story, there is my blood,
split lengthwise in two,
on one side the Thames, raging steel-gray,
on another the Tigris, red as sunset
In Turkish summer,
In one I feel the earth and water,
telling me to be calm and cool,
In another, Fire and Wind bearing me to dare,
fire and wind across deserts in bloom,
Ice and stone to the moorlands,
The white sand in my blood pulsing,
daring me to search beyond,
to return to the deserts of my ancestors,
another to settle my life where I may,
To set stones in rememberance,
to make the world my home,
and my home the world...
To raise the flag until the sun will never set,
and the other bades me to run in the endless sky,
with only the sun as my companion.
Where one calls me to the blue water,
another draws me to a bloodred sea,
while one Draws me into the deeps,
another seeks me to find the sands.
One in two parts, warring,
my mother and fathers blooded legacy,
To watch the world from the Dunes of Karakum,
Or stand on far Éire moors,
until the sun rises on my day...