And do you hear it, from afar <br />the melody, so sweet and sad? <br />It is not I who picked the star <br />but it is good and I am glad <br />to stand here in the desert sand <br />where all is gray and rather bland. <br /> <br />And gusty winds play silly games <br />the distant range beckons and frames <br />just me and rolls of spinifex <br />I dream of you and all night sex <br />while butterflies and birds with wings <br />from far away bring lovely things. <br /> <br />Your music destined for my ears <br />has now arrived but no one hears <br />the love that holds your words together <br />when light and pretty, like a feather <br />your pledge embraces me to hold <br />and warms a heart that was so cold. <br /> <br />You mentioned then that distant stars <br />which all are children of Old Mars <br />will gladly be the in between <br />a star, you said, can then be seen <br />when our heart is open for <br />the lover from that distant shore. <br /> <br />So here we stand, just holding hands <br />have no more wishes or demands <br />what would you think of at this hour <br />perhaps a special, fragrant flower? <br />Oh no, I say. I will repeat <br />this lovely girl smells just as sweet.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-flower/
