The wanderer passed out face up to the sun.
A mirage transformed a dream which had just begun.
Escaping the desert: an oasis on the horizon.
Unfurling itself as a Morning Glory seeing the sun,
Upon the subconscious appeared the coveted vision.
Water relieving; ragged lips, severe burns, and hope long missin’.
Shade from the trees; defending their body from being beaten,
By that superior force, both friend and foe daily beamin’.
Persevere, my soul.
Endure, my mind.
Make me feel whole.