I
dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I
dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This
desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And
now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
I dream of
rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume Is the sweet intoxication of her love
Sweet
desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower,
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
-The Desert Rose, Sting
