. Desert Night

A desert moon is shining On a road that's dim and quiet; Where I would sit and ponder, Through the stillness of the night. On a stately little hillock Is a pile of gleaming sand; It lies in peaceful solitude And does not hint of man. Where I can sit and watch the birthing Of a new day, fresh and bright; As with it's infant fingers It rolls back the shades of night. I dream my dreams of yesteryear And things that might have been; And words that ne'er were spoken, And places I have seen. Life is a desert day. It breaks in bright crescendo. It climbs in warmth, declines in peace, And ends in velvet splendor.

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