I roamed with nomads

on desert sand.

We lived with tents and sandalwood.

We were dark-skinned, and dark-eyed.

We sang and danced

to strings and drums  

ancient tales of love.

The stars at night

were our spirits.

We lived in a timeless way

on plateaus of horses and night fires.

We drank goat milk,

and ate wild meat.

And wisdom came at night

like a goat on young legs.