Oases

oases1
Deserts in the middle of the city,
Sand grained wind, skin rasping, throat-parching,
Mind numbed by sun’s constant leeching glare,
Mirages shimmering in the street.
A trek through the long journey 
Of each caravan day,
Whilst dreaming of Oases,
And drinking your soft sweet kisses.
© Greg Richards
Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Oases

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s