OASIS

I see past the black, misty mountains
Rain droplets rushing down, like micro fountains
Tall trees whistling, and whispering in the crisp air
I’ll forget about the worries, I don’t care
What’s happening back in reality?
I’m here to reclaim my spirituality.

It’s windy and breezy, but I take it easy
Enjoying my atmosphere and my view
The colourless clouds, hiding the sky’s blue
Rustling and kicking tiny rocks that I walk along as winds start hitting me strong
Stepping towards, the prickly bushes on the side
Little insects and geckos, camouflaged, they hide

Sounds of little kids rejoicing and playing
Shouts of youth, and their inappropriate sayings
Slaying the day, and just relaxing, I’m comfortable
Camp owner strutting around near me, like he’s mister king constable
Photographer shares the same crimson liquid in his veins like me
Annoying me, while I engage myself in deep poetry
He’s capturing a moment of my complexion
Lenses on my reflection, picture shows perfection

A dormant bonfire and a pretty girl lying on a bench alone
Probably wishing, she could just, be back home
Her mood similar, to the leaves that are dying
Ray of hope, soon to be arriving
I now see love in its purest form, a mother’s gaze
As she surveys her child’s face
I miraculously see, passed the sun rays
It must be this place, hoping the joy lasts for days

It’s great here at the Christian convention Oasis
The unpolluted air, the range and spaces
I ponder for a while
Clear my mind, and enter into meditation
Open my eyes breathe in and smile
Admire the wonders of God’s beautiful creation.
Dreading the moments of having to rejoin humanity
This Oasis, why couldn’t you just be my reality?