Desert Dream - A Poem

 

 

DESERT DREAM

I dream of a bed of roses,

fragrant, and moist with dew.

Cool and sweet, masking the sand,

the hot, dry grit below.

The sky opens, a blistering white.

Eyes flame. The sun

deposits its shame upon

those who resist, those who

hide in the shade of night.

Calmly, I enter the white, the

heat, the parched, unbending

passion, wishing for the

roses, but finding only

the sand.