I remember...
The desert at spring time
Mighty saguaros topped with white blossoms
The paloverdes turn a stark yellow
Cat claw, creosote and prince's plume
Barrels, hedge hogs and queen of the night  
Brilliant yellows, purples and white
And of course the prickly pear, my desert rose
Her yellow and red flowers smiling up at me.

I remember...
The night all the flowers closed
They gave praise to the sky above
A bright white skull, the full moon
Surrounded by an endless sea of stars
So peaceful, so serene, so perfect
A night of such vivid clarity
Forever branded into my memory
Of which time itself shall never fade.

I remember...
My desert rose--my lovely, delicate flower
My one true love, there with me all alone
Jade-green eyes, pure as the light
Long straight hair, yellow as the sun
Soft tan skin with a sweet scent of flowers
Sparklets of tears that run down her face
A god sent, a gift from angels above
There to share in the splendor of my madness.

I remember...
Her lying there helpless, bound by rope
Screaming--crying out--pleading for mercy
I stood over her, in love, with axe in hand
Then the blood stained sand
The hole I had dug
The pieces I cut her up into
And the prayer I whispered softly
As I covered her up for eternity.

I remember...
The desert at spring time
A prickly pear tombstone
And my desert rose.