Why did you leave the horse alone?

“From the castle, the blue clouds descended towards the crisis… The silk shawl flies and the flock of pigeons flies and in the pool of water the sky walks a little on its face and flies… And my soul flies like a worker bee between the alleys, and the sea eats from her bread, the bread of Acre and rubs her ring from five thousand years ago, and throws his cheek on her cheek… In the rituals of the long, long wedding… I anchored in its building, for nothing but that my mother lost her handkerchiefs here… I have no myth here, I do not fight gods or negotiate with gods. I have no myth here. To fill my memory with barley, and the names of her guards standing on my shoulder waiting for the dawn of Thutmose, I have no sword, I have no myth here to release my mother whose handkerchiefs carried me, cloud by cloud, above the port of ancient Acre… upon departure.”
Mahmoud Darwish leaves his horse alone to wander after a dream that disappeared behind the fog of years, his dream is a homeland that resides in the depths of the heart, and in the recesses of the conscience, he runs after it crossing the distances of his soul, surpassing the boundaries of time, the boundaries of place, entering the cities of legends, and crossing the seas of imagination for his sad soul to settle on the shores of poetry, forming his feelings into words, letters, and meanings that ask him why did you leave the horse alone!! And why did you leave the homeland alone!!.