The sugar makes rifts in my tea tonight
Drifts like a mock desert melting
Everything sinks into the Sahara sea
that has formed in my cup
Like a yellowed photograph, you were there
Wandering it's barren shore
Repeating and repenting
"I remember a lot"
Not a shout and barely a whisper
It engraves itself on the sands
Etched in sidewinder curls
that travel the earth.
Primitive desert art
Carved on the sands of the soul
Watch me wait
Watch me carefully
These words have deeper meaning on the oasis of
my consciousness