Two shadows slipping throgh the night,
Unaware of the watching eyes.
Lovers are they or are they not?
That, no one knows...
They stop by a spot,
And stay there awhile.
"As long as this rose is alive and blooming,
That is how long our love will be and much more than that..."
And with those kind words of love,
They disappear through the darkness.
Time goes by and the seed grows into the most beautiful of roses.
Red as blood,
Glowing as fire.
With standing the desert heat and the harsh weather.
Oh desert rose, I can feel the soft touch of your petals,
The warmth it gives.
Oh desert rose, I can see the fire of your color, A glimpse of your flames.
Oh desert rose, I can hear all the stories that you tell of the desert,
Stories of love.
But fugacious we are,
And so are you.
Your once soft petals are beginning to dry,
Wilting and taking off once a glamorous robe.
Your color is that of amber,
Still pretty but unlike before.
You quiver and struggle until it is too much for you,
And succumb you do.
The desert wond carries bit of what is left,
Except for the seeds.
But that is another tale
Oh desert rose...