The Thirst
Beneath that sand lies a spring,
Waiting to be unearthed again.
So I may see what good water brings,
To a traveler, that has so thirsty been.
For too long, have I not had a taste,
As the blisters on my dry tongue can prove.
But I promise that not one drop will I waste,
When in your water I embellish you.
I have seen many other lakes
And foolishly drank from other wells,
But none of them, can desire in me wake...
As the thirst that your water quells.
Never, in my life have I tasted of water so clean,
And seen a spring so pure.
So, please, don’t hide it any longer from me,
Because for all my ailments, your water holds the cure.
