Oasis

In the middle of the sand graveyard,
a pure salt oasis lies.
With little schools of red and gold,
swimming, glimmering,
in light from the lethal sun,
bending in the toxic waters.
Fish prospering in hostile territory,
perish not in this desert.

Leave me with life,
as I breathe my
last.
Leave bright glittering images
to remember when eyes close
lethargically.
Leave me with a hope
I've meant more than simply
a dreamer
lost.
Leave my with my last breath
to savor, to forget, to
loose.
Leave me alone
to sleep for a hundred years,
lonely.

If ever a stranger comes
to discover the unknown,
hold me as a memory
warning not to invest fully in dreams,
loved.