Alone in silence and noonday heat,

                                                I hear clicks echo in the stairwell,

                                                As considerate hands restrain

                                                The lock-spring of a closing door.

                                                Sun’s breath   through open window

                                                Resonates stone wall ,and cleaves

                                                the curtain between past and future

                                               You are the shade I seek, now distant,

                                                I glimpse your disappearance.

                                                We will meet  again ,

                                                on another desert road,

                                                When we are both alone and dry-mouthed,

                                                We will drink the moment in sips

                                                As those who have thirsted know to do.

                                                Then words will flow slowly ,

                                                Until we have made

                                                Our oasis.