Oasis

She became a moth and flew
Inside the train compartment

I sat still, pitiless, remorseless,
Fist clenched to rival unknown enemies

I repented not being able to be
The butterfly that would keep her

Company. I repented for not
Being able to recognize her.

Yet she flew from one closed window
To the other and finally sat on my

Shirt sleeve. I looked at her
Tried to make her fly

Across the sitting co-passengers
To the door and out in the station

And from there to the evening
Sky outside. But she kept on

Sitting on my shirt sleeve and then
I spread my palm and she

Walked onto it. And I blew at
Her and she flew and sat

On the glass of a closed window
And then disappeared. Disappeared

Among the people standing inside and
Outside. Disappeared from

My world and dissolved into a
Nothingness where I belonged

With all my soul. A sigh escaped
Me forming silvery dark clouds

In the evening sky and it
Rained in a faraway desert

Creating an oasis where my lost
Soul travelled for a night's rest.