The Oasis Reveals a Mirage

My natural spring turned out to be an mirage. I dove into the
welcoming cool waters and found myself buried in sand: gritty,
suffocating, and hot. There one minute, gone the next. Yet, that
moment of beauty and bliss leaves me now not tempted by and not
desiring of the temporary comfort of the puddle. Thus, I revisit the
spots where I saw this mirage of an oasis, hoping to find it again,
though I know it does not really work that way, that it is something
beyond time and form, it is a moment of synchronicity, of perfect
harmony, between souls.