cactusflower
cactusflower…
muted trumpet…
rest…
Arabian desert,
yellow flower,
reminds the sun
it is merely a star,
reviving her,
then opening her eyes
to the placid
sweet sky,
effortlessly
earlymorning doves
linger with her scent…
tamarind blossoms
in deepest conviction
with all sincerity
gather in the raindrops
flawlessly,
sipping each one,
with dignity
cactusflower
Arabian dawn
yellow dawn…
picture of veiled mystery,
classical Raga brown hands
intently turning pages of prophetic verse
weaving harmonium spells
memorizing
each golden flower
the sun awakens,
while yellow dawn
ignites the sky,
Arabian dawn,
stillness,
whisper of
her petals opening,
patient
for a vision,
another presence of dawn,
a new day
weds ancient Arabian nighttime,
and the gentle tabla breezes
melt away in glory
through her fertile black earth desert garden
cactusflower
perfectflower
ragawoman
breathes once again,
understanding
these desert shadows
will soon pass from her window,
and at last
she may unveil her eyes
to the break of Arabian dawn
Delray Beach, Fl
2003