Gypsy Caravanserai

Gypsy Caravanserai In the scorching sun of the wild Sahara Where the dunes shower like The Falling Niagara And the black scorpion so eager for flesh Roams the desert as though on African safari The winds howling in the void wilderness A dead silence fills the holes of emptiness A tingling rattle is heard behind a dune The stinging snake gives a deadly tune From afar looms a misty mirage silhouette Lumbering along with blaring clarinet The music of which gives a poetic hint That the desert is a sea of sparking glint The flashes show and hide a caravanserai Going through the wild in a lined array Seeking an oasis to unload and sojourn Before leaving the sands in the next morn Again the convoy resumes the long voyage A camel is known as the ship of the desert Sailing through vast seas of golden sands With light steps in resolute straight trends The caravanserai passes and the sands move The places change and the scorpion does rove The winds still howl in empty space and loose A ship has passed has left a wake after a cruise The flock travels in never ending quest For water for peace and for the best Once there is an oasis there we shall rest The sun of life is burning it is just a test