raellem

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall

-Desert Rose, Sting

Why oh why does that song move me so? And why is it that it holds so many different meanings to me? Love lost? Love yet to attain? Places seen and people long forgotten? I can't help but think of Germany when i listen to this song or any song from the album it comes from. I bought it when i was going to school there.

Bah! What nonsense. I usually don't do something as trite as posting lyrics in a journal, it's just so silly. I guess this one in particular i'm so very fond of deserves it....

Lunacy i tell you....