Oasis 

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.

https://g.co/kgs/Fskwhv

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