Morning Cactus Dreams . . . a work in progress

Cactus flower blooms
softness amid dry hard thorns
raindrops slowly fade 


Like a single breath of air 
living dawn until twilight 


Sometimes my heart swoons
certain fragrance or perfume
little words you said 


And now the day is over
with the setting of the sun

A sharp distance kept
between soft succulent parts
of your desert heart 

Days pass under searing sun

liquid light of summer days 

Hardened wretched world

now and then a gentle rain

in the cool of night 

Then one morning slowly wake 

in your oases of dreams

In morning's sweetness
the sweet voices of angels
welcome the new day

A hot glaring sun overhead
bakes your soul with every breath

Birds rise through blue skies
racing to the shade of clouds
a blasting wind blows

Your evening song, a whisper
on the cooling gully breeze