Quatrain of Are You There - 4395

Quatrain of Are You There

Are You There - hard to tell

Tis mine to will, at your command,

While traveling over desolate land,

To thirst before I'm truly quenched

To wet parched lips now drenched.

Taken by the desert noise about,

I trusted the love I carry, no doubt,

Tis you upon hot breath I seek,

You so sensually strong, I so weak,

And for the tales I might tell,

The richness of a desert smell.

I find my love buried in sand so hot,

Tis you, I see, within a mirage spot.

Yorktown Disciple