The Desert

The desert must feel soft and warm

But her skin is dry and cracked

She dreams of lilac flowers

And of a sleep she lacks

 

The desert must mean heat

A constant pink across her nose

Peeling shoulders and fast paced beats

But she longs for winter crows

 

The desert has a tan glow

A landscape full of mystery

Rough sand and calloused feet

She hopes I can be free

 

The desert holds optimism

A chance for a beginning

But all she remembers is goodbye

An ending all too quickly

 

The desert shows some sympathy

The tears she cries at night

A simple hope she can’t receive

The trees she wishes she could see

 

The desert must be war

Where separation occurs

No love can stand a chance

In the sand so soft and warm