The Desert Song

Under the sun and the shade
That reverie could once be dispersed
Into a million colours of joy
Such was the benevolent desert that day.

Nothing barren could ever wreck,
No grey could alter the untainted,
And the brave remained so.
Such was the benevolent desert that day.

The drops of gold lingered,
Even after the palace was no more.
No wealth, no malady strained the thought
Such was the benevolent desert that day.

The men of sorts joined the run
To fix the broken limb
The sand and the learned could tell the story
Such was the benevolent desert that day.

But I can see, now I can see…. the lovely mirage,
Blurred with passion and revolt.
The clear skies have now shown
That there was no desert after all, to say
‘Such was the benevolent desert that day’