since a thread on another board cued it into my head...

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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 hands
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never die
And in the flames
The 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 now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize 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 hands
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
Her 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 hands
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
- Sting "Desert Rose" Brand New Day

--G.
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Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor in Chief, Netadmin
Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/