letter to the oasis

What little hope that still i held, from what was once so great in measure,
if not for spite and sheer denial, would have been lost but moments prior,
to when i first through desperate eyes, corrupted by the dusts of desert, lay my sight upon that jittered shine what kissed my weathered leather.
A shimmer not unlike a one i knew a life ago,
a shimmer somehow brighter than the sun could ever glow,
such shimmer reminiscent of a time and place where growth grew freely and beneath the green a gleaming river flowed.
My weary neck, as heaven knows, could barely lift this heavy head, but when it did, but merely steps from where my end I'd feared I'd met, 
what weight which bared pon bated breath
was lifted and this barrelled chest did stretch with air. 
When air itself would cut ones throat, 
so blessed there,
this gift bestowed 
and so to near i crept and bowed and drank of crystal waters....
And as i drank you whispered softly words of boast and promise...
words still not forgotten.... 
sweet words just given free 
with none but good intent
these words that carried me 
unto the bones of my forefathers.
And now and here ive found my peace,
among their tomes i find my end,
with shifting sands as parchment
and trembling trunk as pen....
....i thank you dear oasis... 
love elephant....
your friend.