Through endless dunes of sun-baked land
Amongst ashen trees and forsaken abodes
A gypsy wanders through inimical expanse
In search of an oasis in a sea of sand
Alluring, enticing, and inviting which seems
He follows a mirage of a distant stream
For miles he walks but finds no reprieve
Yet continues the course which shimmers and gleams
The sun beckons him to find a shade
His throat parched and feet ablaze
An apparition it is that he goes after
Which he might have seen once in a haze
Oblivious to the heat, the sun, the sand
Like a whirling Dervish in an esoteric trance
Guided by a falcon he marches ahead
To catch the illusion in his hand
Though weary and lost he may seem
And he may never find his Eden
He believes and goes on and on
Living his delusional desert dream.
