are we the desert of which you dreamt?
that desert which is thought to be dead,
conceals so much life, I recall you said.
ours were the arid days and the frigid nights,
ours were the bazaar\'s strange delights.
ours were the parched roots and dead seas.
ours were the criss-cross\'d caravann\'d odysseys
the dreams we shared were false mirages,
hopeless hopes, a longing for refreshment -
a magic pool, a dash of rain or a passion cool.