oasis
waterfall of lava,
flows over me,
as I walk through the day,
the ledge remains,
over Head,
steaming scarlet sludge,
falling in arrays,
of patterns around me,
everything becomes so,
Hot.
I flinch and cower,
from the heat,
radiating,
there you stand in front of me,
throwing tendrils turquoise,
through the flame,
enveloping me,
I reach to you,
my one source of calm.