Lost in the sand without wine Nor nectar, nor water to find
Here I drop to my knees Desperate, begging for a drink Cursing thirst and the dearth of this earth And the gods in the Sun
Casting cold arrows at me The path is lost, the wadi’s drained And the winds are the howls of ifriit Oh how my spirit is stained I’ve wrapped myself in mangled dreams
Yet before my eyes grows a glowing sheen
A mirage mirroring god
It beckons, I crawl Its form dissolves
And now alone I feel myself start fading As I’m giving into grief, And a fatal sense of faith
I cannot Cease myself from giving into solar flares, erasing my shadow, lapping at my skin, Expunging all my words save for those on the tip of my tongue Water
Now as I seethe, as I’m dragged by my knees Through this dothraki sea As I curse knowing Ishmael’s thirst, the profit’s verse The rivers burst and I am
Drowning under the sun Wave after wave shredding my layers And doubts, and my cares The death bells calling I hear them in the distance As I pray, singing every third word that I speak
Delirious chanting gives into ranting The moment’s lost, all hope is tossed Into drained beds of silica and shale
And I find myself impaled by light
A four armed form appears salving my skin What is this being? Etheric and glistening
As I’m raised up my ankle’s caught sand Pulled from its foothold A sensation I knew but have long since forgotten Flows forth freely, etheric and glistening
Water springs forth feeding the earth Now I am drenched by this land My bones aglow, my throat no longer slaked by sand How this oasis is flourished, I settle in my spirit nourished
Finally at peace, reborn as a hanif I thank this endless well Zam Zam