Let me be instead

The Khamsin travels
far across
with the desert winds
swirling sand
swirling the gold...

The weary warrior travels...
Tired ...
Dying...
Fatigued....
No Mirage..
No green Love...
No Holy pastures lure....
No watery respite.
The Sun cruel like the sword
Strikes with its rays of light
Shades of gold-black,
scald the skin
Roughened weathered..
Beaten!

Relief:
She stands:-
Mocks
Lures,
Tempts.
Laughs in Derision!!

Death:
She smiles
Gentle as the lover's kiss

The traveller smiles:

The soul:
Stares..wanton...
dying to yearn
To the lover's arm.

Death beckons...
The lover smiles..
The traveller walks
Into the gentle arms...
Peace reigns
The khamsin rests

O! Traveller:
I envy Thee:
Take my life,
I give mine to Thee..


*Khamsin: Storm in the desert