A Desert A Mirage

Written on a restaurant Napkin for Bhar

the blazing sun, hot and scorching ..
furious winds, deleterious sands.
a distant rumble amidst the gathering sandstorm.
With parched throat and fuzzy eyes,

I wander through endless deserts barren and hostile.
There in the distance a rippling mirage ..
your face ... your eyes... beautiful, smiling and playful
is this real? a gift? or just a fallacy?
My feet are bare and my face exposed
I feel drunk and dizzy but I guess I’m still sane
your saving grace, if only in my mind, I'm thankful.
the burning sands just a bed of roses
the tearing sandstorm a gentle wind
The arid desert a blooming garden
I feel you like a sweet cool breeze
a wiff of your perfume in the desert air
I feel the chill in the drops of rain,

now a drizzle soon a downpour

rushing towards me from thundering skies
wash me away, take me with you
drench me, quench me, free me