Desert journey

Desert journey
Coming out of poverty and being rich some days and then living poor again is what happens to most men we have our ups and downs and fears and friends and cactus flowers. There was this cactus in my eye so very bright a rose the flower had been open only minutes eye suppose to some an ugly sight but to me a beacon shinning bright for eye had tongue  long turned to stone in the middle of my night and the desert is not kind to old waterless men  who journey long. This flower was not right all red and pink and white three colors all can blend making flower petals seem like light. It had an other worldly look an appearance from a book taken from a nook behind her on the shelf and though my first love still has mye heart there is a place in me for this for my friend is deep inside the memory of this this desert flower in the desert cactus on just one of the many days eye died. She took her journey through the water as a young young child eye journey in the desert in the wild eye wild. FOR on that very day it seemed to me that the cactus cried. And made me a flower to remember for a day made to pass the memory on to my TEARS of Roses.  Please poetess you, read this poem like a song. A desert flower on a desert cactus has so beautiful a home. The LORD is the chief cornerstone and then the next twelve bricks are his chosen ones and then the many places near the throne are filled no doubt with martyrs and those that had no doubts at all and then there is a place most carefully placed and kept with a message resting there it says this plate is in reserve for one TEARS  of ROSES she is mine this is where she will soon sit when eye call her home for then her Journey in the water will be done. There is a single cactus flower
near the seat layed there some say in love by a stranger passing by they nodded at his choice it was SAINT Charlax walking by of course. It fell upon the table an old blossom picked from a cactus and then it twitched and turned into a Desert Rose with three different colors pink and red and white all blended into night and marks her place with one color shinning bright its now a ROSE.