the flowering desert

sand falls from an angry fist
it falls to the broken ground
in your eyes there’s no justice
no retribution for the pain
speechless is the dry land:
the desert where your sorrow
is a darkening wall of clouds...



open your hand to the sky
you know you can’t hold on
to sand as it shifts the wind
bless the desert with the rain
bottled within your sad heart
pastels will bloom on red plains
grains of sand turn into seeds

tho’ your heart may seem empty
a vacant room of darkness
there’s a presence in the air
emanating from the earth
breathe the blossom’s cologne
the fragrance of your father
there in the flowering desert