I Long To Walk a Desert Path

I long to walk a desert path, Where stunning violet shadows lie, And high-flying eagles circle my way, Curious about what creature am I. Silhouetted in a streak of red, My feathered friends know no dread; Awash in the sunset of Georgia O’Keefe, Soon to find a perch to keep. I breathe clean and clear hilly air Fill my shoes with still warm sand; Leave an icy winter world behind, Breeze through cacti arms, a comforting band. Remembering days of long, long ago, Playing in tan sands at mountain’s feet; Before trapped by city’s blinding lights, In buildings’ canyons’ rising steep. And now as the desert night does fall Inevitably dark and deep I gaze at saucer sized stars above, And in my roll I dream in sleep.