I have found you

You were singing under the doormat
Just like me you were singing
songs of fantasy, like Canadian salvation
like and an interfering God, like pools of jewels
in this sand of an outpost against our bodies
like a tempered mass of a family
that was taken away by a country that claims freedom
is at the center of its oppressive regime
honeycombs in Tunisian travels
forever forgotten like moss under a tree