My desert flower
who rests on a bed of sand
Softer than silk
and finer than stardust,
emerging like an oasis
In an endless wasteland
that is my own.
Bloom under the silvery moonlight!
Bloom when I am there
Bloom when I am not
Bloom until our world collides with the stars.
Your immutable beauty,
Endless.
Wondering what your name shall be.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
My desert flower
who rests on a bed of sand
Softer than silk
and finer than stardust,
emerging like an oasis
In an endless wasteland
that is my own.
Bloom under the silvery moonlight!
Bloom when I am there
Bloom when I am not
Bloom until our world collides with the stars.
Your immutable beauty,
Endless.
Wondering what your name shall be.
This came to me in a dream I had after finishing "Naked Lunch" and part of "Howl." It is a work in progress.