I was thirsty and didn't drink
from the well,
the sun was so high
burning my lips and tongue,
as far as any language of sands
I didnt know,
the well became a flat
shimmering mirror -
a door to underworld.

I was thirsty and didn't drink
from the water you gave me,
my brother,
turned into red dragon,
fighting for my honor
in the cold illness of
water storms,
you wanted to defend
just me - your only sister,

You came to me thirsty
in a swirling dream,
I carried some water
in cup with dragon stamp,
then I flew on your
endless wings,
In the sun spot of the
dunes I gave you
myself,
mirage was existence
of any well...


....nour.....
     april-013