The Oasis

365 Days of Creativity

day seventy seven

There is a place where no one goes

where winds are warm

and palm fronds grow

Beside a stream that glitters gold

and whispers things

that go untold

And drops of dew that grass blades hold

and buds are born

that don't grow old

Only two seasons touch the shores

from spring to summer

to spring once more

And the moon and sun have faces joined

each one a side

of spinning coin

But round this place lies seas of sand

dry and dead

the no-mans lands

and after sixty miles hence

there lies a guard

a concrete fence

A forest waits beyond the wall

with trees that watch

the sands in awe

They crowd and push and yearn toward

the paradise

the summer shores

But broke boughs bend with effort cheap

and bow, become

the willows weep