Desert Rose (6/9/00)

a clear blue sky
my vision blurs as I gaze upon it
or perhaps it's the haze of the summer day
the smell of fresh cut grass tickles my nose
and the roses are in bloom

I feel so far away
as I reach to pluck one from the tree

the palest pink...
as delicate as sand
ever shifting under my feet
the same as life seems to shift
over my heart

pressing the blossom to my face
I let the desert dry my tears
though you are far away
I think you hear me cry

I've heard that heaven is a desert
somewhere out in New Mexico
where the stars are so bright
and the sky is so wide
it reaches down
to kiss you on the head

but heaven is far from my yard
and even the rose in my hand
its thorns as sharp as its fragrance is sweet
will eventually wither away

and I am left to wonder
if it will be the same for us
my love
if time will wither us away
as it does so many things

or if the heaven that is that night
lets the desert rose bloom forever

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