Desert Queen.. Poem by JOE JOHNSON

The first light of the desert and
it's first drop of water, the queen
of sweet nectar, devine beauty and
story-filled eyes.

Many have died in your presence
and some kill for your hand, your
beauty has been felt at fate and
never sooner.

Some claim to have seen you, but
never realise that a gaze upon your
beauty can drive a person mad or
sometimes crazy.

And here you are leaving them
hopeless, a queen, a figure, a goddess,
leaving her people in the blink of an
eye.

Perhaps it is best because your beauty
lies elsewhere, on the out-reach of man.
Forever missed, your eyes serve as the
blaze of the desert, your skin becomes

it's warmth and it's violent heat, your
breath becomes it's roar of unquenched
thirst, your dress becomes nothing but
your mythical chariot

and finally your long silk brown hair is
the waves we see in our final reach of life.
How deserted are we, a rose without an
admirer. Nothing but blood runs into our

hearts. Without you we die, we starve. Where
is our queen? Our roots become dry by the
retreat of your hand, come back and become
our warmth once more, Desert Queen