High Desert Moon
Old tumble-down adobe dwellings
That seem to glow…
In the night…In the light
Of the desert moon
And the glitter in the eyes
Of the creatures of the night
Shine bright in the light
Of the desert moon
Wind through the sage
Whispers stories of the age
Of the Apache, Shoshone,
of the Lakota Sioux
Of ashes spread
Of the ancient dead
By the light
Of the high desert moon
if one sharpens the ear
One might still just hear
From a flute…
A haunted, enchanting tune
Bourne upon the breeze
Though the Cottonwood trees
In the light
…Of the high desert moon…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016
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