The Oasis

The Oasis

Meandering along the desert at a slow yet steady pace

I can still hear the arid wind whispering her name

Sand whipping around my face, a slight smell of smoke lingering in the air

I stop beneath a boulder taking solace in the shade from all the death that surrounds me

Over the top of a dune, I can see something

In the distance, those towers spiral up out of nothing

In the distance, still so far away, always eluding my grasp

With a renewed sense of strength I steer my course in that direction

Maybe this time I’ll discover what I came for

I’ve been traveling on this path for many a year now, her face still etched in my brain

What is she doing, back in Time’s Palace, waiting to come again?

I need an oasis, I need an escape, I need something to give me my salvation.

There’s nothing to turn to out here, everything dead and gone

Nothing stirs in this forsaken land, save a mirage of two spiral towers.