Diamond Lady of the Desert

diamond lady of the desert
in the monsoon of your soul
you are calling to his ghost
an oasis void of form.

secret mistress of the harbor
his lover is not your rival
his flame is in the taverns
while your patient spirit waits.

sacred image of the meadow
lust has only eyes for pleasure
his cup is full of mourning
his wine is not yours to drink.

silent jewel of the wastelands
leave your crying to the rain
turn your pretty head from grief
sleep not your darling years away.