I dream a dream of desert songs and an enchanted sky
Where shooting stars cross planet's path and catch my searching eye.
The gentlest breeze carries the scent of sage and cactus flower.
Coyotes speak in dialects in the moon's rising hour. Enchantment blankets the mesa, and my heart, running fleet,
Slows to find the rhythm of the desert's living beat.
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Welcome to my love affair with the desert.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Crazyhorse
The dream I never wakened from, the night that never ends
Is moonlight on the desert floor, a dream designed to mend
The heart that seeks the rhythm of the earth, the stars, the sage.
My living breath will ever be tied to the desert's ways.
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