Then there was lefty <br />I can't imagine how he got his name <br /> <br />Always did things backwards <br /> <br />So I was not surprised when he up and <br />went away <br /> <br />Never said why, when, where <br />he had to go <br />Now he is growing old <br />Where as they say.'God only knows' <br /> <br />What are clouds anyway? <br />Water vapor in the sky? <br />I think they are so much more <br /> <br />I think they are the recycled tears <br />of every broken heart that has ever been <br />falling to the desert below <br /> <br />My cactus flower is blooming in the night <br />Now no one will see <br />She keeps her love close to her chest <br />Protected by her thorns <br /> <br />I sit and watch her bloom <br />And before the sun has begun <br />I leave looking for Lefty <br /> <br />And the reasons I quit <br />Are the excuses I choose <br /> <br />The circle has been broken into pieces <br />I speak with a mouth full of desert sand <br />Drowning in a sea of dusty waves <br />Lingering in pain <br /> <br />And I have no clue to <br />where lefty went <br />I only remember a cactus flower blooming <br />without the thorns between the two<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cactus-flower-2/
