The Divide

The desert

Brush away

The sand

With your

Cactus hands

Crack the

Pane of glass

That divides

The heat

The magic

One side

The smell of coffee

The other Jasmine

Keep diggin

Through the divide

On your unicorn horn

Sometimes all

You need is grass

And moonlight

Sometimes love

Is enough

Other times

You need to bleed

A little.