The thorn

I unplucked my desires
like one would petals off flowers,
forming a satiny heap
around my feet.
And then a rogue wind
lifted them up and
carried them to faraway lands.
Ans so it came about
that strangers spoke
the language of my dreams.
But still one remained -
a thorn in my heart.
And yet I hope
that a flower will bloom
in its place
someday.