Arid land longing to be a lake again, the Namib’s lineage
An ocean of sand, crust-fallen waves, an unwilling mirage.
Shifting sand so hot; it builds daily, its own Axis Mundi forge,
Blowing glass into heart shapes; kissing heat from Earth’s axis
Yet, among its stone guardians and wood sentinels; life persists.
There lies an oasis in the bliss of unconditional love; a hope unseen
Like the specter of the Namib; in the parch of might-have-beens,
Resurrecting the dust of the bones of a forgotten lake; lost love
Memory oceans, warm phantasms,
Into an oasis of unwavering love.