Philosophical

Would you be a slave? 
To the once forgotten cries 
of the unknown stranger 
As the storm rages 
And he waits, celebrates 
For now 
At the oasis of what ifs and maybes 
Where 
an uneven line was drawn 
Rapidly fading 
In the scorching sand 
of time itself 
Shaded amongst these palms 
of fleeting hope 
Swaying 
aloft in abrasive ill-winds 
Howling obscenities 
Through the darkened halls 
of destiny 
As your caravan passes by, 
Would you gently lift 
The silky veil of your hidden truths 
to reveal your ethereal beauty? 
Before he dissipates….

The unquenched stranger