Encounters in Oasis

The caravans come, the caravans go. People come from the horizon, then disappear to where they're from. You shared the laugters, your shared the tears. You sing the songs of desert, you carve a moon in souls. And tomorrow, you're off on the road alone.

Go north.

You left nothing behind, you expect nothing beyond. The wine in the sand, the moments euphoria flamed; the endless silver horizon, the ancient dancers' ghosts. Yesterdays buried in sandstorms, forever gone.

Go north.

When the wind brings back the scent, the stars picture the oasis.
You craft your heart to melodies, drift 'em in the memory of eternity.