On the other side of the desert, behind the third dune on the left, lies a patch of emerald
Lushness surrounding a small, irregularly shaped pond of surprisingly bright turquoise
Wanderers of every type have marked this oasis on their maps in bold strokes of ebony
Lest they venture off course and forget to count the dunes or consult the compass rose
I traveled there once, in the days of my youth on a humped beast, coarse hide of camel
Down hearted, discouraged, my lover lost to another, and I trapped by the monster green
In paradise I languished until roused from my reverie by a note written in crimson
Return home, my love, the words inscribed, without you here all the days are turned to gray
The choice was mine, remain in the land of dunes eating figs or settle for black and white.
Just for grins, here’s Maria Muldaur’s Midnight at the Oasis.