Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. The collectors shall find, Lost on a course in time, Many stranded or behind, Many with no unjust crime! Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon.