dawn on the third day

i gather thorn flowers
they are tiny and blue
i count them by the prickles
on my fingers
and tie them in a bunch for you
that is what i do
and id do it still
if it wasnt for you
i have come to
the barren land
so far from you
walk through the lands
you know thorn bush grows
if you come
looking for me
and look they are
roses for you