We met on the second day I think
We were both too far what a stink
Still
my eyes strayed to yours
and its been like that for years
of course

We were
but two misfits in the making
not a care at all for all the merrymaking

Honed to each other like dust to cloud
like sea to land and rain to ground
Like the moon and sun unbound

This distance between us is tough
But maybe if I stare long enough
Will you let me close
so I can give you

this desert rose.