Sunflowers In The Desert

The roses are dead,

But the sunflowers are not;

I live to see another day

In the desert

 

And I hang my tree

Along with my heart;

I live to see another day

In my woes

 

And the end is the end

Of a terrifying book;

A book that reads to all hearts

Where is my wavering soul?

 

Sunflowers in the desert

Are running out of place;

I find my poetry

To be unlisted

 

...Unlisted in despair

For what can become of a sunflower,

A sunflower in despair?

For we are scattered all over the earth

 

The earth in which we follow...