Beauty in its highest form,
It’s recognition by none but a few it seems,
A chosen few who are blessed with its presence
So perfect in its imperfections,
Comfort is given to those without.

Among the sands it resides,
It stays out of place,
The light shimmering across the stars,
Just to touch down on her face.

A flower that grows not tall but grand,
Masked by the waves that are made in the sand.
Unknowing and dormant lies potential for more,
To grow far out of the confinement of the floor.

The petals of silk to caress must be sin,
For something so pure, profound and worthy,
Of love and care but there is nothing around to give it.

Her beauty seen by only those who know beauty,
A glow that is given to the sands around, gives what was once dead a life.
Not free from struggle as heat from the desert, no water causes strife.

The beauty of the sun a reflection of her eyes,
Alone but far from alone she is,
A delicate desert flower.