Desert Orchid

Orchid weeping softly in the moonlight.
Where are all the children of my dreams.
Why has the wind of fate stolen them from me.
Empty as a barren desert is this pain.
Sharp as cactus spines throbing in my heart.

Orchid weeping softly on the desert sands.
Pouring life sweetly into emptiness.
Her sorrow fills the night with aching promise.
Her desire calls the snows of winter near.
To melt and quench the thirst of dreams.
To call her children gliding on the north wind.
Falling gently, white petals upon her face.