As I walk through this
life’s vast desert,
crying lonely,
mirage and moonscape
blur my vision.
Moving slowly,
in wilderness without
hope and support,
dying only.
Dusty -harsh winds
blow, wither- tear me,
Sauntering ahead in land
of unknown,
something glistens,
it’s not an illusion,
spirit or maze,
at a distance.
Guides me further,
paves my path, calms me down,
my plea he listens.
Oh! great god - pious
and gracious,
you are where I find my
oasis.
A cavatina is an Italian form consisting of
a ten syllable non rhyming line alternating with a four syllable rhyming line,
at least three times and completed with a ten syllable line couplet.