Desert Rose

A rose grows far in the East,
in lands where the sand of time collides.
Somewhere between earth and heaven,
somewhere between life and death,
a rose grows far in the East.

Of all the weary lives on earth,
you still bloom in youth, for time is eternal.
You shine among those golden stars above,
seeking after the truth to unfold.
It is where every man's journey is done,
where everything begins and ends.

Glowing in wonder, she does with desire,
letting her fears away and thunder;
waiting for the chosen in dire.

For every warrior's journey to end in wander,
at the gates of heavens and rivers of honey.
Such globes shining the eyes,
from which life gives birth to the souls reborn.