Desert Bloom

Such sweet fragrance though solitary bloom abiding dreams in ruin of unapt hopes to be hewn Through soil cracked and parched by thirst reluctant tears fell harder upon a seed of lingering hurt Yet hope like sunlight warmed under canopy of night an unexpected seedling sprouted and a single stem did rise A stubborn fight the will to survive genesis of solitary bloom perfuming a barren life At dawns first light her vine begins the bind the morning glory searching a suitable trellis to climb Stretched across the barren land her vine attached locked In affections hand but found him not a suitable match So If by moon or starlight ray solace comes in the night morning glory shall soon revise trading azure soul for white But bloom she will and multiply the bouquet of dreams en mass which many years denied the past For now in silence neath drops of gentle rain a desert mustang counts each petal of this solitary bloom trespassing his terrain Nostril flares for neither care her vine winds up his massive frame leaf over leaf she mounts his back her petals clutch his mane Teardrops mingle with droplet rains as the mustang carries her away beauty and beast under shroud of moon as mist wraps the cloak of the brave As if some nightmare on display the mustang now a man brushed his fingers through her tangled hair a dying bloom in his open hand His eyes dove the depths of her eyes beholding the soil of her soul for this flower was once a stallion back in the days of a foal Oh the dreams that haunt me still of pain and hopes demise a tragedy of barren times in life Landscapes transform adapting to meet the need but in the quiet washing rain we see true colors masked by pain On the journey we often see our return much different then we came we then discover what we were meant to be marked by the hoof prints of the free Bucking our strength upon the wind ever learning the depth of our need evidence of every paroxysm and replanting a life back from seed A solitary bloom quiets the desert crag In awe such search resumes for the stallion strong un-gelded man Unfounded by mornings glory even the sun has dimmed the bright amethyst sprigs cross alabaster clouds like the contrasting colors of life Take up the palette the color of storm for a solitary bloom armor-less of thorns Where the moon flower bloom mixed morning glory heavenly blue vines combined by the prune transforming the barren a fragrant perfume