Desert Rose

Gypsy Kings: Pharaon

The desert rose
Steps slowly
towards
As
She hides
That most treasured
Gifts of her spirit
That had slept for so long
Dormant waiting for the dawn
To rise
If
It ever would
Or could
Be safe
As if
She didn’t know
That he had seen
The stepping
Encroaching slip
Of the dark
Trace across her heart
Yet
He sang
The song
She had long ago forgotten
Still rang true
Pure
Her steps furitive
He waited
For the desert rose
To emerge
No longer able
To remain a bud
Instead
Almond eyes demure
Ache for his trace
As Spring
Erupts
Anew
In you
The desert rose