in a distant timezone, the air still warm.
You call me angel, yet who are you?
Your words convoluted, strange grammar galore.
I saw your strain, your stress to burst free,
to break forth, but still be.
And I hear your heart through written words,
and still you share with me.
Who is saving who? Or is it just happenstance –
a quick skip of a moment, through life’s dance?
Desert Flower, you feel the earth’s call.
Act now, fear not and take your chance.