The desert sun at the horizon-
And I wonder as my hope sets
If I will rise at all
In the silhouette of a dying rose.

Petals crumble
And fall to the ground.
Life fading into sand
In a wild, untame’d land.

Damaged hopes
Stemming from
Drying flowers
Covered in thorns.

But I see though barbs remain
In cuts as deep as false love
As petals dry and fall,
Tears will fall and dry.

Though I crumble
And fall to the ground
I will touch the earth
On a wing’ed wind

As a desert flower
Deserted
Not forgotten

I bend
But I will not be broken.

The desert sun at the horizon-
And all I know as my hope sets:
As the sun rises, so shall I
In the silhouette of a dying rose.