I saw you again,
in the lake beside the Point.
Was it just mirage?
You looked so wonderful that night,
desert dunes were rolling -
didn't want to spoil this sight.
It was so peaceful with the gush of wind,
sands were soft - you were smiling.
Like the dunes we roll,
to the lake beside the point,
immersed in bright light,
on your white horse - away you ran.
