• zach_n 9w

    Under Desert Air

    Was it the desert air that gave my song away,
    perfumed in summer lilies and jasmine

    or was it my tears of saharan brine
    that quench chapped lips with sour wine

    look at me, this mad hysterical hyena
    seeking You across the valleys of the night

    I'm an empty goblet that yearns to be full,
    a jewel that's on a quest for sunlight

    rest I know not nor wish to ever acquaint
    until I am gifted with the oasis of You

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