• rarest flower

    twilight.
    the rarest flower still stands despite an endless drought.
    she, a beauty
    beyond words and without comparison.
    she drinks the sweet dew of evening
    she bathes the cracked and dusty land with her tears
    bluish hues and tones of red adorn her desert palace
    permeating her soul with comfort and warmth
    once more she weeps in ecstasy at the beauty of isolation
    the hills mourn and stars cry out
    with awe, she groans from her overflowing heart
    though she sighs every so softly
    she need not worry of expressing her desire
    her existence, her inescapable beauty
    nourishes, satiates, satisfies the land
    what once was weary now knows no suffering
    but for the lack of her smile
    this rarest flower
    fresh, unfaded, and flourishing.

     
    written by Daniel Dessinger to Heather Alger