Walking somewhere in a dream

I am walking without a goal.
There are no fixed points.
Elvis is not there at the Iron Gate,
Maybe he is in the jungle room.

I am crossing rivers wide.
Standing at Marcus Square,
I am scouting for the Doge.
He had left centuries ago,
I am a bit late to meet him.

I saw the old Queen mother,
I greeted her from distance.
She waved and nodded,
I think for me or someone else.

I am walking in the desert,
It is full of life?
I didn't know it was.
I thought it was empty and deserted.

I am walking in forest thick and dense,
Climbing mountains,
Swimming over oceans,
I am floating far away on rivers.

I have seen N.Y. high,
Walked at ground Zero.
Now I found peace,
in a small village in Eastern Europe.

The old sayings are true,
Home is where you heart is.
My boots are placed,
Deep in the wardrobe, I sleep now.