If tears were raging rivers
and sorrow silent streams,
I would be the desert sand
existing in your dreams.

Out of me a field would grow
of flowers never seen:
a wonderful oasis
where woe has always been.

A rainbow would lay down its roots
in shades of waterfalls
where shoots of gardens newly born
inspire madrigals.

Cry for your beloved land,
cry for your beloved;
cry upon the desert sand,
cry beloved cry!

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It is a love poem written about a lady who had enslaved me with a deep longing for love. I used reference to Alan Paton as a metaphor to express this deep longing for her love.