Wasted Phrases

There are phrases, sentences, expressions that I have always wanted to use but never found the right theme to use them in...

I watched the raindrops dance upon the sun-baked boulders in the desert.

That one, especially, has rebounded in my mind of late. Reverberating among the neurons, I suppose.

The painful tenderness of fevered skin.

The pangs of hunger of the heart.

The pink glow seen by the closed eye as one lies on a beach.

The blind see so much more than the sighted.

The heart seeks the comfort only a calm one can give.

Death brings the ultimate clarity but no one to tell.