Drought

Nighttime, the wanderers stride sands in fear

With doubts, droughts, dry mouths, and longings ignored

Imprints behind them vanish, disappear

Time's marks gone, like none existed before

Their bodies bend forward, seeking its wants

Weary&nearsighted, travelers’ chapped lips

Empty dark nothingness, all thirsts & haunts

Of divine romance illusions they sip

Daylight reveals a jewel, a bright treasure

A vision capturing limitless wealth

A drink of multiplicitous measure

Endless springs, oases, eternal health

Water's miracles, sparkling in his eyes,

Hereafter, forever, love's paradise.