The Fortune Teller

I wander in a trackless desert Eyes squinting, scanning the desert horizon Parched land, and so does my heart seem Oh where could I find an oasis to cool my feet Desert storms blow, I close my eyes Some shadow approaching me What is it, my love gone by? The wind whistles, nay it is a fortune teller Her wrinkled face smiles, hands me a card What is it? A camel print? Says she, it is a symbol of love You will have a second chance I safely hide the card within the folds of my diary 15 years have since gone by, the print faded I look at the man by my bedside My fortune cookie, I inwardly smile