New Mexico

The first time that you see her, She will steal your soul away, And replace it with a being of her own, Her white sands will glisten, underneath turquoise skies, And make your heart always long, for New Mexico. There is magic in her mountains, secrets in her sage, A special kind of wisdom, that only comes with age. The music of her canyons, will echo and roll, And fill your life with desire, for New Mexico. She'll captivate your spirit, keep it in possession there, No matter where you are, you smell cedar in the air. The song she sings you, comes from long ago, And haunts you with a passion, for New Mexico. You understand the stillness, of a desert afternoon, You're enchanted by the beauty, of yucca in bloom, While you wonder at the colors, transformed by the sun's glow, Your thoughts are of being, in New Mexico. Voices of the past, warriors and pioneers, Urge you with their stories, of laughter and tears. An unsettled feeling, is all you have to show, As you roam familiar trails, back to New Mexico. Some will call her savage, some will call her wild, In ever fleeting shadows, she remains but a child. This boldness of character is restless and untamed, Gentled only by The Power, that takes on many names. You'll hear her in the night sometimes, when Westward breezes blow, And to fill that empty feeling, you know you have to go, For once you hold her in your eyes, nothing else can make you whole, And you're never really home again, until you're in New Mexico.