Oman
I dreamt of peace
It was a man’s smile
passing me tea
Saffron carpet of magic 
by the ancient sea

Oman
how the woman’s sun shone
warm hug of burnt ochre 
wilderness never known
I lived in that day
forever

Oman
soft flute singing I hear
don’t wake me up please
play with me, dispel every fear
babies laughed pink and true
there were no tears

Oman
sacred land
no woman scarred of vermillion
nor child
from any man
ran