She Walks the Desert

At night she walks the desert And her eyes see the living days She sees the streams teem with life She sees the souls enjoy their ways She gazes on children playing in water While the parents bask on the warm sands Deer walk by, no longer afraid Birds feed from the little one's hands There are only smiles and laughter The flowers' fragrances never die Streams gently run and softly sing The land lives happily in her eyes Songs abound that no man knows From tongues no longer strange Ageless faces centuries old Embrace each heartily once again With a whim the wind passes, soft and cool The moon can be seen in her eye And while she dances the painted bosques An eagle watches from the sky And how she dances wild and free She moves with the spirit of her native land She calls out names that were never written She smiles and holds her childrens' hands She still hears drumbeats echo the heavens And the ground vibrate from buffalo herds She is at peace in a primitive land She begins to sing forgotten words Now daybreak begins to appear And into the sunrise she slowly fades She rests in the sky during the mortal's day To anxiously await the sunset's blaze