I will come burning through you like a wind out of the Hejaz,
   a hand to pull you from the depths of that outer sea.

I will reach into you and sooth that heart like a theme of yearning,
   a kiss that breathes fire into your chest.

And with these hands I will build an oasis where once there was dust.

You have come as a soft rain out of the West,
   a whisper of the world in the Elder Days when all was green and young.

You go walking as the soft twilight under stars,
   a music that winds through the tired land bringing memories and sapphire.

And with these hands you pulled the veil from my eyes and smiled.

I have been wandering in this desert so long I have become a part of it,
   thinned out and hollowed by the empty places.

I saw your footsteps in the sand and had no thought but to follow,
   heedless of what I would find when I arrived at your resting place.

And with your own bruised hands, you filled my cup from this sacred well.