The Taste of Memories

My mouth is dry,
I taste the sands shy,
With memories of oasis water,
I wish it were hotter,

Is my mouth dry,
Even as I cry,
Words have left me here,
But I still fear,
The memories I came to bare,

Dry my mouth is,
From times different than this,
I long for something more,  
My brain is now but a chore,

Mouth dry is my,
For I now know why,
I left behind my mind,
Now I must unwind,
With nothing of a talker.