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A photo I took several years ago in Kenya.
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For more information about my artwork: info@benheine.com
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Oasis

A poem by Sandy Lulay

Oasis...
The whisper after life,
The death.
Where are you when
These winds blow dry,
Too long?

Oasis...
The salt flies sharp
From desert sands,
It defies my tears.
Its crystal spheres
Have pierced my heart,
My blood is seared.

War has multiplied
And filled my sight.
I can no longer find
Clear blue sky,
Men with fishing nets,
Grapes for wine,
Or women in tan
Straw hats working
Paddy fields of rice.

Oasis...
The dance is gone,
The voice is barren,
There are no songs.
Our mandolins lay buried
In the raging sands.
Where are the strings?
What is happening?

Oasis...
My mind's so altered
I can only see
Double down the catacombs
Where broken demons, mine,
Dance twice through lime
And rotted bones
The call, "Salubrious,
Dust castle homes."

Oasis...
Why Oasis, am I trapped
Upon this arid stage?
What life is left
Remains the same through
Every hour of every day.
No curtains fall for change.
Why not blindfold me?
It would be more kind.

Oasis...
I beg of you,
Come rescue me.
Let me feel your damp,
Green kiss upon my brow.
Let me touch your back of
Dirt and taste the water
Melted from your snow.
Let me smell the
Blossoms of your mind.

Oasis...
Host of Earth’s sweet love,
Bring your whisper,
Your wingless fingers
Of after life,
Clear this desert
Of fruitless vines,
Pluck the salt from
Out its sand
Quiet the demons mine.

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Poem's source : [link]

Description
© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com
____________________________________________________

A photo I took several years ago in Kenya.
____________________________________________________

For more information about my artwork: info@benheine.com
____________________________________________________

Oasis

A poem by Sandy Lulay

Oasis...
The whisper after life,
The death.
Where are you when
These winds blow dry,
Too long?

Oasis...
The salt flies sharp
From desert sands,
It defies my tears.
Its crystal spheres
Have pierced my heart,
My blood is seared.

War has multiplied
And filled my sight.
I can no longer find
Clear blue sky,
Men with fishing nets,
Grapes for wine,
Or women in tan
Straw hats working
Paddy fields of rice.

Oasis...
The dance is gone,
The voice is barren,
There are no songs.
Our mandolins lay buried
In the raging sands.
Where are the strings?
What is happening?

Oasis...
My mind's so altered
I can only see
Double down the catacombs
Where broken demons, mine,
Dance twice through lime
And rotted bones
The call, "Salubrious,
Dust castle homes."

Oasis...
Why Oasis, am I trapped
Upon this arid stage?
What life is left
Remains the same through
Every hour of every day.
No curtains fall for change.
Why not blindfold me?
It would be more kind.

Oasis...
I beg of you,
Come rescue me.
Let me feel your damp,
Green kiss upon my brow.
Let me touch your back of
Dirt and taste the water
Melted from your snow.
Let me smell the
Blossoms of your mind.

Oasis...
Host of Earth’s sweet love,
Bring your whisper,
Your wingless fingers
Of after life,
Clear this desert
Of fruitless vines,
Pluck the salt from
Out its sand
Quiet the demons mine.

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Poem's source : [link]