amongst the sand dunes

I had walked long and was parched

The desert had walked in my shoes

I had walked through it's heart

Under the gentle moon, and the unforgiving sun

I had walked through dawn, dusk, and dark

I could have died, had I been alone

For these are unforgiving lands, I've been told

You held my sight, you steeled my nerves

Always walking, often running on dunes

Keeping ahead, only a few steps apart

At the end of it all, I found myself arrived

I gathered the sand from my shoes in your old kerchief

I melted it myself and made it into a glass

Now as I drink from it, I miss your mirage.