The Oasis is known to me, i go there a lot in a repetitve dream i seem to have. It is allways the same place in the desert. I stand on a dune hill observing a vally and in it, a changing morphoses between a castle and an old city's ruins.
I am the ancient dream solitaire and all a la la la la… chasing gone and went.
I am the desert wind that comes…
From the Nile drifting westwards I can hear my home.
I reach the edges of my dream a desert, a valley, a castle in the breeze.
I am Arabian… well at least sometimes…
I am a roaring desert storm. I thought you should know.
And where was I when you left to? People come and go too.
I want to see the island… and the oasis.
Camels stray around this desert caravan.
Oh when would I find my love?
Bring me the sultan!.
As lonely as your garden.
Bead counting kings of Arabia in Islamabad...