Thursday, March 21, 2013

subtle songs of sagebrush

Once it rained in the desert 
sage sang fragrances of dreams 
not yet discovered

darkness was a long journey
the path, strewn with stones
but we did not stumble 
or hesitate

dark were your thoughts
quiet was my heart
as night fell softly between our fingers

Once the wind, unkempt,
singed our hair with dust and desire

we did not falter nor fail in our destiny

we moved toward the descent of the sun
as music surged forth inside our eyes