Desert rose

Like the eternal wanderer through desert,s spleen, so shall my cursed heart be The oasis once mine, I drank the last drop of liquid sunshine Mind plagued with memories of paths nearly forgotten. Close to my eternal rest, sickening reminder of my desert burned flesh Reminisce of spring,eagerly conceived, my sense of disbelief Can it be? The smell of a rose bursting forth on this sun-scorned oasis Windswept knees driven to earth, water bursting for all it’s worth Cupped hands, scoop the life giving source; a desert song stayed its course.