Rumi Tism

Aw, the wonder and the nature of things.
Burning sand and flowers the rain brings.
Endless desert with sand dunes so pretty.
An oasis of utter beauty; Devoid of vanity.

Virgin tracks swept by the howling wind.
Dried bones polished; Yorick, my friend.
Warmth in the day; Coldness in the night.
My aching bones try to take in the sight.

My camel is thirsty; Its has been a week.
I suck on the rock; My knapsack is bleak.
The mirages become real; Sahara is dry.
The camel snorts; I feel rain in my thigh.

A nomad greets me; The sun is fading.
We both notice; Comes great shading.
Clouds in the desert; Moisture in the air.
We take off our robes; Rain we will share.

My camel knickers in glee; His licks dew.
In my thoughts; I try to remember you.
Another beautiful day in the desert bliss.
She touches me deeply; I feel her kiss.