Oasis Lost

Cascading dunes of brown

Kaleidoscope

of sounds

Soul lost under white sun

Imagination

has run

I vision a vision

of me

Out of reach

Disembodied

Searching

perhaps

for me

Or

Walking

to the

White sun

A single cacti stands

Waving in the

still air

Eyes burned and dry

Unfocused

unaware

I vision a vision

of me

White sun calling

Walking

passed me

I reach

to me

Or

Perhaps

inside me

Oasis lost