Oasis
by Ken Harnisch
Though I trundle through the desert blind
Still, I will find the oasis you had promised me
In the valley of the palms and cypress trees
Down where the periwinkle river flows
Knifing through the windswept sands
I will, as weary traveler, come across
This golden bower, and thirsting,
Press my lips to waters where I know
You sipped, and dreaming I am kissing
You, drink copiously from the bubbling spring
I will be as one refreshed, revived;
Not by cooling waters alone, but by the
Thought that your sweet mouth pressed itself
To mine. That is when I resume my desert trek
To find you, where my real oasis lies
03/27/2003
