Oasis

if time was water,

I would be as dry as the parched desert

from whence you came,

to which you retreat so easily

while I cannot follow

my roots too used to

the solid earth, they do not shift with this

sandy tide to which you take

too easily

my dear, water me

do you not see how dry grow these leaves?

only sand flies around you, so at home

your cracked skin your armour against

my cries, my dear

I only wish for you to stay still

for a moment beside me

but so dry has your skin grown

that sand whisks you away before

you can answer.