Hills of gloominess
A dream within a dream that became a nightmare
the Utopia that never existed, a delusion
In the beginning when the locals made remarks but wore
a smile he smiled too when understood her sarcasm.
He still smiled thinking it was a sort of humour till he noticed
the hatred as a gleam in eyes was there was xenophobia.
He sought the nature olive trees, flowers and other plants
the shells of romance and the hope of finding a Nirvana,
had gone after olive trees had taken on a sameness and
the flora was full of stone sparse grass wither in
the summer, sun till the rivers are muddy and lifeless.
There is no happy valley only scorpions and no acceptance
of the stranger who wanted to be one of them.