From within the sands of Time,
she arose with a breeze of beauty flying in her face.
Her midnight hair enveloped my body in a tender kiss of silk.
When she shines the light of her face upon me, she cools my parched heart,
and all before her were nomads, too lazy to love, too restless to stay.
When she is away from me, my soul thirsts for her.
Each day under the torrid sun my skin cracks,
and I wait to feel her cool kiss upon my face.
Like a palm tree, I am planted in this desert.
I cannot be with her.
So with longing, I wait for her
to be with me once again.