Bless-ed be the sands of the desert, so many years ago.

The wind whipped the sand into a frenzy,

Which blanketed our naked toes.

You squinted your watercolour eyes,

Against a fickle and unmerciful sun,

That had bronzed our bodies and streaked our hair,

Nomadic lovers leave a thirst undone.

Thumbs out ; vehicular beggars,

At the mercy of passersby,

You nudged me ahead and said, "Do your thing!"

And I found an oasis in your spellbinding eyes.

Bless-ed be the sands of the desert; serendipitously two spirits twinned.

Our words, like the sand, pirouetted and flurried,

Then evanesced on the strains of the wind.

Bless-ed be the sands of the desert, where my sprite on occasion wayfares,

Through the blistering terrain, and a puppet to the sun,

I see the mirage that my memory bears.